So… Lisa sets up beers all around, by way of a bribe, perhaps. Tell us about the first time you two met.
Emily grins. Oh, yes. Tell us about that.
Delilah glances at Landon and snorts. It was the worst day of my life.
It was? Oh, the way he thrusts out his lip…adorable. In fact, all of him is adorable. Broad and brawny and muscular. His face is a dream, from his heavily lashed brown eyes to the intriguing dent on his chin. His hair is a tumble of unruly curls. The sleeves of his chambray shirt are rolled up, just enough to give the ladies a glimpse of defined veins and a sprinkling of dark hair. And he’s pouting…
Delilah sighs and pats his hand. Not that way, silly. She turns to Lisa, Sara and Emily. But you can imagine, being strong independent women, as you are—
Lisa Nods. We are.
Emily: Oh yes, we are.
Sara: Damn straight.
Yes, well, being strong independent women, as you are, you can imagine my mortification when I—a died in the wool city girl who’s never needed a man for anything—found myself standing on an endless plain, on a dusty road, in the back end of beyond…with a flat tire.
You forgot to mention the heels.
Delilah frowns at Landon. What?”
He grins. Dimples erupt on his cheek. You forgot to mention the heels. The six inch heels. She was standing on a dusty road in the middle of shit fart nowhere…in six inch heels. He snorts a laugh.
We’re not talking about the heels.
Ooh. Lisa coos. Do tell us about the heels.
Emily leans forward. Oh do.
Delilah sighs, then grins. They were quite lovely. Strappy designer numbers with an adorable little—but I digress. At any rate, there I was, stranded, helpless—
Delilah frowns AGAIN. In heels…utterly helpless.
Wait. Emily shoots Delilah a confused look. Don’t you know how to change a tire?
Of course. I don’t need a man for anything, remember.
Yes. I do remember. You only said it a moment ago, but—
The rental car didn’t have a jack.
Lisa snorts. What kind of rental car company doesn’t put a jack in the car?
Landon Dips his head. All the ladies take a moment to reflect upon the lock of hair that flops onto his broad, weathered forehead. Skeeter’s Rental Company.
Delilah nods. My point exactly.
Landon shrugs his broad shoulders. You shouldn’t have rented from Skeeter, hon.
That is entirely beside the point.
Oh, do get on with the story. Sara has never been the patient sort.
There’s not much else to tell. Landon came by and fixed my tire and that was it.
Emily narrows her eyes. That was it?
I suspect that was not it. Lisa drums her fingers on the tabletop.
Landon takes a swig of his beer. Yeah. She forgot to tell you the good part.
Lisa sidles closer. And what might that be?
He ignores Delilah’s wails and leans forward. She forgot to tell you how she, ahem, paid for my services.
Oooh. Emily’s eyes widen. Your…services?
Changing the tire, Delilah snaps. Changing. The. Tire.
I had a very big jack. He winks.
I can imagine, Lisa murmurs.
Emily frowns at them all. I want to know. How did she pay for your services?
Landon glances at Delilah. His chocolate eyes warm. Tell them honey. A low, seductive purr.
Her color rises. Ahem. He asked for a kiss.
A kiss? Emily squeaks.
Lisa wrinkles her nose. Is that all?
It was…quite a kiss. Delilah glances at Landon and their gazes lock. Silence, and intensity, settle over the table. He leans closer and closer still. Her breath catches as his mouth nears hers.
Oh my. Sara tips her head to the side to see better.
Their lips meet. The kiss between them rages. Like, forever. Lisa checks her watch. Emily pulls out her phone and answers a couple emails. Sara scribbles some notes for a book she has in progress.
When finally, finally, the kiss ends, Delilah is dazed. And that was that, she says. That was how I met Landon.
And how, he adds, we fell in love. It was that kiss for me. Just that one kiss. He nods and puts on his Stetson. I suppose, when you think about it, I probably owe Skeeter a beer…
As they walk away the ladies hear Delilah hiss, Thank God you didn’t tell them about the dining room table.
And Landon laughs.
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