CHAPTER 13

Wesley wasn’t lying about dinner either. That carbonara pasta was delicious. And the mud cake that he ordered for dessert was just as great. But the night had to come to an end eventually.

So we got up and before I could pull out dad’s credit card, Wesley had already paid for it. He insisted and there was no changing his mind on that. He claimed that he was a gentleman and there was no way he was going to let me pay for dinner.

We left the restaurant and started walking back to his truck and Wesley put his arm around my waist and we were just talking back and forth. I was amazed at how comfortable I was becoming around Wesley. And how much he had started talking lately. When I first met him, he didn’t talk much at all. He was just the strong silent type that stayed in the back while all the other assholes were giving me a hard time.

Wesley drove me back to dad’s house and he actually pulled up to the gate and the guard let us in when they saw that it was me.

We pulled up out t