47. Watch and Dance

CENRIC

Since she came back from the rides with Becka, she seemed different. Carefree? Happy?

“Now you’re the one who’s looking at me like that?”

“How?” I looked at her. I was driving the old pickup truck of Beck but still ran like brand new.

“I don’t know. Like you’re up for something.” Her smile was wicked.

“Or you’re up for something, babe.” I held and squeezed her thigh. She was wearing a summer dress with western boots. “You look fantastic.”

She laughed out loud. “I might have overdone this out a little.” Her smile was contagious.

“You look great anyhow.”

“Thanks. So what do I expect in the bar?”

“Locals, beers, boys who would gawk at you as if you’re the best meat in town that I might end up getting into trouble tonight.”

“Just calm your horses, cowboy. We don’t want us to get into trouble. I wanna have fun without my overprotective husband growling at me all the time. Why didn’t you invite Cas to come with us?”

“I don’t growl, wife. He needs to be there in case there’s