Are You Cold?

*Cade's POV*

We both leave some cash on the table for the drinks and then head out. I catch the host checking out her butt as we walk by and I glare at him and then put my arm around her shoulders protectively and say to her. Fucking hell, these guys need to learn to keep their eyes to themselves. Next time I’m gonna bring a burlap sack to put over her. Actually that probably wouldn’t even work, I’m sure she would still look good.

“So we’re going to take your car, and since it’s a surprise where we’re going, I’m just gonna have to drive,” I say with a smile. She pulls away and gives me an incredulous look and says, “I understand now, this,” she gestures vaguely between us, “isn’t about getting in my pants, it’s about getting in my car.”