The big date night came and I think I was more nervous than anyone. Conner was looking at it like it was just some job, but I couldn’t think like him. I knew seeing them together was going to send me over the edge if I let it. Heather was a gorgeous girl and Conner wasn’t going to be disappointed in that department. As Rick and I drove to where we were meeting them, I felt like I was going to puke all over myself. I tried to calm my breathing and control my anxiety, but when I met Conner’s eyes, I lost my balance and got weak in the knees. Rick was still getting out of the car and hadn’t noticed. Conner approached me and offered his hand for me to stand up. He caught my gaze but also noticed Rick approaching my side of the car. “You must be Amy? I’m Conner, Miranda’s brother. Sorry she made you do something like this. My sister is always meddling in my love life, I’m tellin’ ya.”
When Conner extended his hand for Rick, I saw his jaw clenching and half expected him to just pulverize Rick right there in the parking lot. Part of me even wanted him to do it.
Rick looked over at me. “You shouldn’t have worn those heels if you can’t even walk in em woman.” He put his hand on Conner’s shoulder and walked him into the Restaurant. I followed behind them regretting the whole time that I had agreed on this bullshit idea in the first place.
Heather didn’t arrive for a few minutes after we got our seats and I was already feeling uncomfortable. The hostess sat us in one of those semi-circle booths and since I was the smallest, I crawled into the back with Conner and Rick on either side of me. Conner kept his distance and I was glad. Rick was asking him all about Kentucky and working on a ranch. He had no idea that Conner lived here.
I was really hoping that they would get the Kentucky talk out of the way before she started asking questions. I leaned over in Rick’s ear. “Heather doesn’t exactly get along with Miranda, but she thought these two would hit it off so try not to mention they are related. They don’t get along anyway.”
Lies, all lies. I was a professional liar now.
Rick nodded and I knew that Heather was approaching when his mouth dropped open. I couldn’t help but look at Conner, to see his expression, but when I did, he was only looking at one person.
Me.
He threw me a wink, making me blush and quickly looked elsewhere. Heather looked at me before devouring Conner with her eyes. She bit down on her lip as she extended her hand to him. He scooted more toward me so she could scoot in next to him. I reached under my seat and dug my nails into it, trying to control my emotions.
“Well, Amy, you didn’t tell me he was so fine. It’s great to meet you, Conner.” She gave him a seductive smile and we all started looking at our menus. By the time the waitress came to ask our drinks, Heather was already asking him how long he was visiting and if he had many plans while he was here.
I hid behind my menu and felt Rick’s hand on my leg. I almost jumped out my seat at first and even more when he continued to move it up my leg. I think Conner caught what was going on, because he brushed my other leg with his and touched my arm light enough where nobody would notice. I readjusted my body, so Rick would quit it, but he kept doing it.
When the waiter came to take our orders, he finally removed his hand from my thigh. Heather ordered a salad and swooned over Conner like Rick and I weren’t even at the table. Once the waiter walked away, Rick and Conner finished off their first beer and waited to order two more. I could see this becoming a catastrophe real quick.
I think Rick could even tell that Heather was talking too much. He cut into her questioning Conner and started talking about football. Heather checked her phone and rolled her eyes, before saying she was going to use the ladies room. Once she got up and the waiter hadn’t come, Rick suggested walking up to the bar to get the beers instead of waiting. The second he left our table, Conner’s hand was on my leg. He didn’t scoot any closer and neither of us looked at each other as we spoke. “You okay, Blaze?”
“Not really. This was a terrible idea.”
He traced my hand with his before intertwining our fingers together under the table. “If I can get along with your husband for a couple hours, you can deal with this little bitch.”
“She’s already fucking you with her eyes.”
He chuckled again and it pissed me off. “Darlin’ she can do whatever she wants with her eyes, because I’ve been fuckin’ you in my mind ever since you got out of your car.”
I pulled my hand away and slapped his leg. “Don’t do that.”
“What? It’s the truth.”
“Save it Conner, even my husband wants to see her naked. Stop acting like it’s going to be hard for you.” I was so annoyed. Men sucked.