tickets she’d had to promise she would be his date and go
on another on Sunday night too.
For the last year at work, he’d asked her out at least once
a week, but she always turned him down.
Sandy
never dated anyone from work. Richard wasn’t ugly. He was quite handsome, she
supposed, at just under six feet, and slim, with short
blond hair. The problem was he wasn’t her type, no matter how much she wished
he was. She liked them big and muscular with dark tanned skin.
Thanking God her men weren’t there,
Sandy
groaned inwardly as she realized what
she’d called them as she waited in front of her house for Richard. Her men.
Sandy
tried not to feel
guilty about the date and told herself she had only met and been with her guys
for almost two weeks. Jake was working tonight, and Zack was in his shop until
five. He’d offered to drop her and her friends off and pick them up, but she’d
said they had it covered.
Sandy
was grateful he didn’t ask any more questions.
They’d surprised her by not asking her more about the concert, although she had made her stance on the subject
very clear early on. They were trying to not be like her family, and she could
tell it was killing them, especially Jake. The cop in him was begging to come
out, and she was fighting herself not to fall in love with them for their
efforts. The dinner they’d done her the other night had been a
dream come true. No one had ever cooked for her. The last person she
vaguely remembered was her mother. Her father and brothers were good at takeout
and canned or microwave foods.
A red sports car pulled up out front and Richard got out.
He wore black striped shorts with a blue collared shirt. He strutted towards
her with a huge smile on his face. Forcing her lips to curl up at the sides in
what she hoped passed for a smile, she walked the rest
of the way to him praying he wouldn’t expect much from her.
Grabbing her hand,
he escorted her to his car, opened the door for her and closed it before he got
in himself. He turned on the engine and drove away. The smile never left his
face.
“I’m so happy you agreed to this. I look forward to getting
to know you more outside of work.” He reached for her hand again, and she
avoided him. “I’m sorry I had to go to this extreme to get you to go on a date,
but I’m sure you will agree by the end of tonight it was the right thing to do.
I think we could really have something.”
Sandy
bit her tongue and told herself she brought
this on herself. She should think of this as an experiment. She had wanted to
date different people, men not like her brothers. She’d even said this to Zack
and Jake, and Richard was the total opposite to her brothers, Zack, and Jake.
The guilty feeling got worse the closer to the venue they
got. When they reached the vineyards and parked,
Sandy
got out before Richard could come
around.
They walked up to the concert venue. He reached for her
hand again, and she maneuvered herself out of his reach, pausing just before
the gates. She couldn’t take the guilt anymore. If she was honest with herself,
she couldn’t stand his touch. It felt slimy and made her sick. “I’m really sorry.
I should have said something before, but I’m in a relationship. It’s kinda new.”
“How
new?” His brow was furrowed, and his nose scrunched as he looked down at
her.
Sandy
wondered if she should tell the truth or
stretch it a bit. Stretching won. “Oh, I don’t know. It feels a lot longer than
it actually has been.”
He seemed to think about this for a moment before he
grabbed her hand and pulled her to the entrance. “If it’s still new, then I
have a chance. You might find I’m better.”
Sandy
held back the gagging noise that threatened to
escape and rushed inside, hoping when they reached everyone else, he would
leave her alone.
****
Glancing at his partner David, who was a lion shifter, Jake
muttered, “If you had a mate, then I’m sure you would be doing the same as
on another on Sunday night too.
For the last year at work, he’d asked her out at least once
a week, but she always turned him down.
Sandy
never dated anyone from work. Richard wasn’t ugly. He was quite handsome, she
supposed, at just under six feet, and slim, with short
blond hair. The problem was he wasn’t her type, no matter how much she wished
he was. She liked them big and muscular with dark tanned skin.
Thanking God her men weren’t there,
Sandy
groaned inwardly as she realized what
she’d called them as she waited in front of her house for Richard. Her men.
Sandy
tried not to feel
guilty about the date and told herself she had only met and been with her guys
for almost two weeks. Jake was working tonight, and Zack was in his shop until
five. He’d offered to drop her and her friends off and pick them up, but she’d
said they had it covered.
Sandy
was grateful he didn’t ask any more questions.
They’d surprised her by not asking her more about the concert, although she had made her stance on the subject
very clear early on. They were trying to not be like her family, and she could
tell it was killing them, especially Jake. The cop in him was begging to come
out, and she was fighting herself not to fall in love with them for their
efforts. The dinner they’d done her the other night had been a
dream come true. No one had ever cooked for her. The last person she
vaguely remembered was her mother. Her father and brothers were good at takeout
and canned or microwave foods.
A red sports car pulled up out front and Richard got out.
He wore black striped shorts with a blue collared shirt. He strutted towards
her with a huge smile on his face. Forcing her lips to curl up at the sides in
what she hoped passed for a smile, she walked the rest
of the way to him praying he wouldn’t expect much from her.
Grabbing her hand,
he escorted her to his car, opened the door for her and closed it before he got
in himself. He turned on the engine and drove away. The smile never left his
face.
“I’m so happy you agreed to this. I look forward to getting
to know you more outside of work.” He reached for her hand again, and she
avoided him. “I’m sorry I had to go to this extreme to get you to go on a date,
but I’m sure you will agree by the end of tonight it was the right thing to do.
I think we could really have something.”
Sandy
bit her tongue and told herself she brought
this on herself. She should think of this as an experiment. She had wanted to
date different people, men not like her brothers. She’d even said this to Zack
and Jake, and Richard was the total opposite to her brothers, Zack, and Jake.
The guilty feeling got worse the closer to the venue they
got. When they reached the vineyards and parked,
Sandy
got out before Richard could come
around.
They walked up to the concert venue. He reached for her
hand again, and she maneuvered herself out of his reach, pausing just before
the gates. She couldn’t take the guilt anymore. If she was honest with herself,
she couldn’t stand his touch. It felt slimy and made her sick. “I’m really sorry.
I should have said something before, but I’m in a relationship. It’s kinda new.”
“How
new?” His brow was furrowed, and his nose scrunched as he looked down at
her.
Sandy
wondered if she should tell the truth or
stretch it a bit. Stretching won. “Oh, I don’t know. It feels a lot longer than
it actually has been.”
He seemed to think about this for a moment before he
grabbed her hand and pulled her to the entrance. “If it’s still new, then I
have a chance. You might find I’m better.”
Sandy
held back the gagging noise that threatened to
escape and rushed inside, hoping when they reached everyone else, he would
leave her alone.
****
Glancing at his partner David, who was a lion shifter, Jake
muttered, “If you had a mate, then I’m sure you would be doing the same as
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