Wild Ride Cowboy

And then Alex walked out, leaving her at the table by herself.

Asher chose that moment to turn around, and he noticed that Alex was gone. His expression shifted slightly, and he walked back over to the table. “So, he’s just your brother’s friend?”

“Yeah,” she said quickly.

“Okay,” Asher said. “Well, I’ll see you around.”

He started to walk toward the door and Clara bit her lip, warring with indecision. Then she figured, screw it. “Wait,” she said. “Are you...do you...do you want to hang out sometime? I mean, you said you did. But can we pick a tangible time to do that?”

Asher assessed her slowly. “Sure,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well...there’s a farm-to-table dinner event happening at Grassroots Winery. I thought maybe you would want to go.”

They were serving absolutely nothing at that dinner that Clara could force down her throat, and she had no idea what she was doing.

“Yeah, that sounds good. When is it?”

“Next Sunday night. If you’re free. It’s at seven.”

“Sure,” he said. “Sounds good. Want to meet in the parking lot at Stim?”

That was a little disappointing. She wanted him to pick her up. So that later, he could drive her home. And then maybe there would be couch making out.

But if meeting in a parking lot worked for him, she wasn’t going to complain about the details.

“Perfect,” she said.

“Great. See you.”

Part of her wanted to demand that he write it down in front of her so she knew he wouldn’t forget, but she had already made the first move, so she wasn’t going to be a crazy person.