“Remind me to never question your cooking skills ever again.” I gaped, trying to take it all in.
“Enjoy.” He walked away quickly, heading over to Annabelle. My heart flipped when he scooped her into his arms, kissing her in the middle of the bar.
“I don’t even know where to start,” Rhett remarked as he gripped his fork.
“Do you care if we eat off the same plates?” Some people were weird about that.
“Not at all.”
“Fantastic.”
We stuffed our faces, eating in silence for the most part. The only sounds that emanated were the subtle tones of elation as each bite made magic in our mouths.
“How’s it going over here?” Waylon asked.
“I can’t even express how incredible all of this is.” I slow-clapped with my hands stretched out toward him.
“What she said,” Rhett muttered, shoving another piece of salmon into his mouth.
“Glad to hear it.”
Once we had practically licked the plates clean, I leaned back in my seat. “Best first date ever.”
“I would have to agree with that.”
“So are you coming out of retirement from your dating hiatus?”
“That depends.” Rhett raised an eyebrow at me.
“On?”
“If I get to take you out again.” Rhett smirked at his cheesy line.
“I don’t know. This one is going to be hard to top,” I teased.
“You leave it to me and just name the day.”
“How about tomorrow?” I didn’t want to waste time. I knew it sounded too eager, but I didn’t care.
“You’re on.”
After saying goodbye to Waylon and Annabelle, Rhett walked me to the curb. “Can I take you home? My truck is parked out back.”
“I don’t know.” I shoved my hands into my back pockets.
“I promise to walk you to your door and say good night.” He held three fingers in the air. “Scout’s honor.”
“All right.”
It was a quick drive to my apartment with both of us singing along to every Garth Brooks song on his playlist. It was so nice to be able to just goof off with him, singing completely off-key to my favorite artist.
“This is it,” I murmured as we pulled into the parking lot.
“I had a really nice time with you tonight,” Rhett remarked as he opened his door.
“Me too. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Making me believe there are good guys left in the world.”
“I was starting to lose hope too,” he acknowledged, helping me out of my seat.
With his hand on my cheek, his lips softly brushed mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him in for a long, drawn-out showstopper. It had been so long since I had felt anything for anyone. Fireworks erupted. Butterflies crashed. Angels sang.
“You’re incredible.” Rhett stood there catching his breath, holding me to him.
“So are you.”