Take Me, Cowboy. Maisey Yates

eating her fries anymore.

      “Are you... Are you on a date?” Wendy asked, tilting her head to the side, her expression incredulous.

      Wendy wasn’t very smart in addition to being not very nice. A really bad combination.

      “Yes,” he said, “I am.”

      “With Anna?”

      “Yeah,” Anna said, looking up. “The person sitting across from him. Like you do on a date.”

      “I’m just surprised.”

      He could see color mounting in Anna’s cheeks, could see her losing her hold on her temper.

      “Are you here by yourself?” Anna asked.

      Wendy laughed, the sound like broken crystal being pushed beneath his skin. “No. Of course not. We’re having a girls’ night out.” She eyed Chase. “Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m going home with the girls.”

      Suddenly, Anna was standing, and he was a little bit afraid she was about to deck Wendy. Who deserved it. But he didn’t really want to be at the center of a girl fight in the middle of Beaches.

      That only worked in fantasies. Less so in real life.

      But it wasn’t Wendy whom Anna moved toward.

      She took two steps, came to a stop in front of Chase and then leaned forward, grabbing hold of the back of his chair and resting her knee next to his thigh. Then she pressed her hand to his cheek and took a deep breath, making determined eye contact with him just before she let her lids flutter closed. Just before she closed the distance between them and kissed him.