“Thanks,” she said taking the keys from him, her soft touch distracting him. “I guess I’ll see you at the gym?”
“So, it’s a no for tomorrow night?”The brothers would be having a field day if they could see me practically begging for a date.
“Will you promise to behave and treat me like a buddy?”
“If I don’t behave, you can smack me, but there’s no way I can treat you like a buddy.”
“I’m sure you’d love it if I decked you. I just want you to promise you won’t undress me all night and talk about how flexible I am or how pretty, and all that other shit that makes me feel like I’m just an object for your visual pleasure.”
Army dragged his foot back and forth over the asphalt, gravel crunching under his boot. “I’m a man. We’re visual. I’m not gonna promise I won’t enjoy your beauty, but we’re going out to get to know each other.”
Stiletto slid onto the seat, threw her purse on the passenger floor, and gripped the steering wheel. After a couple of minutes of silence, she looked up at him and audibly sighed. “Okay. We can meet up tomorrow night for dinner.”
Army wanted to high five her, but he simply jutted his chin out and nodded. “You like Mexican food?”
“Yes. There are some good ones downtown. Did you want me to choose?”
“I can handle it. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“I’ll meet you.” She turned on the ignition.
“I don’t meet dates—I pick them up. Seven o’clock.” As she opened her mouth, he shut the door then stepped back and motioned for her to back out. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he watched as the red tail lights disappeared into the night, then went back into the restaurant.