Chapter 20

He opened the door, and I slid into the passenger seat. With the door closed, the car wrapped around me like a cocoon. It smelled like old leather and love.

Once he was in and the door closed, I touched his hand.

“This is incredible. I’ve never been in one of these before.”

“Oh, then we have to take a drive in the mountains after dinner,” he purred. “I know a couple of back roads you’ll love.”

We rode to the restaurant in silence. I would have said we were in love, but it was too soon. We hadn’t known each other long enough, had we?

Stacy’s Steaks looked rough on the outside, like an old rundown roadhouse, but was a plush, exclusive restaurant inside. Guy was greeted by a redheaded man who gave him a big hug and told him it’d been too long since they’d last seen him. Then the redhead turned to me.

“And who do we have here? Who’s this lucky fellow?” the redhead asked.

Guy blushed but answered. “Jimmy, this is Nate. Nate, this is my good friend Jimmy.”