Chapter 4
Dawson
Wade was laughing in his beer at me.
“Dude. That one’s not into you.”
I sighed. “But maybe she is and doesn’t know it yet. She has the rest of the night to change her mind.”
And for what? I was acting like a randy young man right now. Sure, I’d like to ride that woman until she screamed my name. But I was too old for all that. I didn’t know anything about her. I’d just been thunderstruck by the sight of her ass.
That’s not what real relationships were made of.
I mean, her sexy ass was a factor, but sexual attraction wasn’t everything.
Glancing back her way, I watched as she studiously made another shot. She was good at pool.
But then a cowboy type rolled right up on her, pulling Amy into a familiar hug. A man didn’t hug a woman like that unless he was all up in her business.
Those two had fucked before. I was certain of it.
Her t-shirt had been advertising her true preferences.
She didn’t want a man like me. She wanted the hat and the flashy boots.
I was just a mountain dude with dried dirt on my work boots and an old, frayed t-shirt on under my flannel. Nothing flashy here.
I groaned as the man hugged Amy for a second too long, and Wade shook his head. “Sorry dude. You can’t win them all.”
“But I want,” I whined.
Wade laughed. “Not going to happen. I know women. This one doesn’t want you. She wants him.”
I let out a scoff as my mood soured. “Oh, you really know women? How many years did it take you to tell Aster how you felt about her?”
But Wade just gave me the smile of a contented man. He’d found the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. I was still stuck in the search.
The last date I’d gone on had been an absolute disaster. Well, maybe not for the woman. It had been set up by her friend, and when I showed up with flowers in hand, Gwen had no idea Emerald had arranged for me to come by.
So, I’d stood there with those flowers, feeling like a fool as another man took that moment to declare his undying love for her. And there went my date.
Turned out Knox and Gwen were a cute couple, but it didn’t exactly help me end my solo days.
Waving at Max, I hollered out, “Can I get another beer here?”