ever experienced.
Sadie wanted to hold on to that feeling forever. She didn’t care if it made her silly, irrational, or irresponsible. She liked him. Really, really , liked him.
Diesel folded his large body into the truck, giving her one last lingering glance, before turning his attention to the road and taking off toward the restaurant.
The drive was short, silent, and surprisingly, not at all uncomfortable.
Before Sadie could hop down from the truck, Diesel was there to assist her, his hands on her body once again.
This time, her shiver was uncontrollable.
“Thanks,” she said shyly, with what she hoped was a sweet, yet seductive smile.
Diesel led her into The Ridge, one hand at the small of her back, and Sadie paused when they walked inside, her eyes wide as she took in the large, open space.
Built like an early 1800s saloon, The Ridge was decorated in earthy tones, heavy on wood accents, and filled with light, music, and laughter. There was a long bar to her left, tables scattered throughout the center of the room, and a kitchen off to the right. In the back, there was a large stage with dancing girls.
Not strippers, or anything untoward, but real live burlesque dancers.
Sadie felt like Diesel had opened the door and led her back in time.
“This is amazing,” Sadie exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.
“It’s okay,” Diesel replied with a shrug.
“Hey, Diesel, you meeting your brothers?” the pretty young hostess asked when they approached.
“No,” was her date’s abrupt answer. “Table for two.”
The hostess blinked in surprise, glancing quickly at Sadie, then recovered and said smoothly, “Sure thing, right this way.”
Sadie looked at Diesel out of the corner of her eye as they were taken to a table close enough to see the dancers, but far enough away to be able to have a conversation. She wondered if this was the local hangout. It seemed like Diesel was a regular here, since the hostess knew him by name, but she’d acted like seeing Diesel with a date was uncommon.
That seemed strange. Sadie knew that it was a small village, and that by the looks of the crowd in the bar, that this was probably where most of the residents spent their weekend.
Did that mean Diesel didn’t date? That he was more of a hit ‘em and quit ‘em kind of guy than boyfriend material?
From what she knew about him, that didn’t seem right, but Sadie realized that they hadn’t really gotten to the part where they’d discussed his intentions. Or hers, for that matter. As they were seated, Sadie decided to lay it all on the table.
In a short amount of time, she already knew that she liked him and they had serious chemistry, and she wanted to explore it. Now it was time to find out what he was feeling, and what he wanted. She just hoped they were both on the same page. After all, she was only supposed to be here for a couple weeks, so she couldn’t get involved in anything too serious.
Six
Diesel
“ S o , do you, uh, bring all of your dates here?”
Diesel looked up from his menu to see Sadie looking shyly back at him.
He shook his head.
“Oh, okay,” Sadie said, her eyes shifting to the side before coming back to him. “You take them somewhere else?”
Diesel shook his head again and answered, “I don’t date.”
Sadie blinked slowly, as if unable to comprehend his answer, then asked, “You don’t date? You just what, have casual, sexual relationships with women?”
“No,” he asked, surprised, and a little offended that she’d jump right to the conclusion that he was someone who played women. That was more his brothers’ thing.
“No? I don’t understand.”
“I don’t date, and I don’t have casual, sexual relationships with women.”
“Then what do you do with them?” Sadie asked.
“Nothing,” he admitted. “The only women I’m ever around are usually mixed up with my brothers. Other than my mother, there’s never been a woman who was important to me in my