I was only going to get this one.
I should count myself lucky, some women never had a single date like this.
I didn’t feel lucky.
The car stopped and I noticed it was parked in the street.
I glanced around.
We were not at the hotel. We were in a neighborhood.
From what I could tel , a nice neighborhood.
I looked at Hank. “Where are we?”
“My place.”
“What? ” I shrieked.
He ignored me and got out.
I stayed rooted to my seat.
This is not happening, this is not happening. I chanted in my head.
My door opened.
I looked at Hank again. “Take me back to my hotel.” He reached in, undid my seatbelt and grabbed my hand, pul ing me out of the SUV. “I gotta walk my dog.” We were several steps up his walk when I halted, yanking on his hand. “You have a dog?”
He stopped too and looked back at me. “Yeah,” he said I loved dogs.
“What kind of dog?”
“A chocolate lab.”
Shit.
I loved labs.
“I’l wait in the 4Runner,” I said.
He tugged my hand, pul ing me behind him.
“Whisky, I have to get back to the hotel,” I was trying to yank my hand out of his. I was trying but not succeeding.
He ignored me and kept walking to the house. One story, brick, nicely tended yard but you could tel no woman lived there. There were no pots for flowers and there weren’t any festive autumn decorations in sight. I would definitely have put out festive autumn decorations if I lived there.
I was trying not to think about other things I would do if I lived there when Hank stopped at the door and dropped my hand.
“Whisky…”
He unlocked then opened the door.
A chocolate lab bounded toward us.
“Oh my God!” I yel ed and crouched low. “What a cute dog!”
And he was cute, adorable.