Wild Ride Cowboy. Maisey Yates
were serving absolutely nothing at that dinner that Clara could force down her throat, and she had no idea what she was doing.
“Yeah, that sounds good. When is it?”
“Next Sunday night. If you’re free. It’s at seven.”
“Sure,” he said. “Sounds good. Want to meet in the parking lot at Stim?”
That was a little disappointing. She wanted him to pick her up. So that later, he could drive her home. And then maybe there would be couch making out.
But if meeting in a parking lot worked for him, she wasn’t going to complain about the details.
“Perfect,” she said.
“Great. See you.”
Part of her wanted to demand that he write it down in front of her so she knew he wouldn’t forget, but she had already made the first move, so she wasn’t going to be a crazy person.
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