EMILY
JUST THEN, my phone buzzes with a text. Maddie has replied to my text of Garrett's license.
WHAT
OMG
ZADDY
It's just a ride home. He's a rancher. He's just being nice.
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
It's not like that.
Do you want it to be though?
I sneak a glance at Garrett. Take in his absurdly good looks. His kindness to me, his quiet competence. The fact that he's some kind of cowboy-billionaire-wolf shifter.
Um, yes. Yes, I do want it to be like that.
I text Maddie:
Even if I did, he's so far out of my league it's ridiculous.
Girl, he's driving an hour out of his way just to turn you into his passenger princess. You're in the league, trust me!
A moment later she adds:
Bring him to Mad Dog. Come hang out. I want to meet your zaddy cowboy future husband
If I ask him to drop me off there, you absolutely cannot say any combination of those words to him
