Chapter 113

Maybe Darian could come along. Stacy knew his mother would like the man, she hadto…who didn’t? Once she met him, she’d see what Stacy saw when he looked at Darian and she’d know he was safe. She never did like Lamar and now, looking back, Stacy thought that might have been his former friend’s only appeal. But she would love Darian, Stacy just knew it.

This early in the evening, Outlaws was more steakhouse than country music bar. Stacy kicked through peanut shells and sawdust as he followed behind Darian to a corner booth. In the half-empty restaurant, they sat as close together as they dared, Darian’s thigh pressed against Stacy’s, his hand finding any excuse to touch Stacy’s leg beneath the table. By the time they ordered, Darian’s fingers were curved along Stacy’s inner thigh, resting above the inseam of his jeans, and Stacy wondered how many beers it would take for that hand to move up to the ache in his crotch. “To you,” Darian toasted when the waitress brought their drinks.