9781631052323ForeverKindofCowboySullivan by Sandy Sullivan Page B

a big guy, not bad-looking,
nice body, and dumb as a bag of hammers.
    With a
few touches of her fingers, she dialed his number and waited for him to pick
up.
    “Hello?”
    “Hey,
Brad. It’s Callinda Lewis.”
    “Well,
hey, Callinda . How are you, darlin’?”
    She
cringed as the endearment rolled over her. Everyone in Texas called everybody
else darlin’, but she wanted it to only be Jeremiah. Only if
he cared. “I’m doin ’ fine. Listen, I know we haven’t talked since the night at The Dusty Boot, but I was
looking for someone to do a few body shots with tonight. I wanted to know if
you were game? ”
    “Oh
hell yeah, baby. I’ll be game to suck on you any time of the day or night. What
time shall I pick you up?”
    With a
shudder, she said, “Why don’t we meet at the bar? I need to have my own car
there.”
    “I can
take care of you, honey.”
    “I’m
sure you can, Brad, but I have a friend who might be there too and if she gets
into trouble, I need to be able to take her home. You remember Mandy from that
night, right?”
    “Yeah. Pretty blonde
with the pink stripe in her hair.”
    Callie
laughed. “That’s her.”
    “Okay.
No problem. I’ll meet you there at seven?”
    “Perfect.
See you in a few.”
    She
hung up the phone with a smile on her face. Jeremiah needed a little dose of
his own medicine. Brad would do nicely for what she had planned.
    When
she pulled into the bar about an hour later, she noticed there weren’t too many
vehicles around. Of course, for a Tuesday night this seemed pretty busy.
Tonight she didn’t have any plans on getting shit-faced drunk, but she did plan
on giving Jeremiah something to think about. Not knowing whether he would be
there, she had to hope Jeremiah actually cared enough to come to the bar or at
least find out what she was up to. Please
God, let him care enough.
    She
climbed out of her car and headed toward the bar hoping she’d meet Brad by the
door. If Jeremiah was there, she wanted to be coming in with Brad, not meeting
him there.
    Off to
her right, she grinned as she noticed a big silver dually pickup sitting near
the back of the parking lot. Jeremiah. He’d come.
Maybe he did care, even just a little.
    Good.
She was going to give him a show he’d never forget. Hopefully jar him into
making a move toward something they might be able to work on together.
    Brad
came across the street where he’d parked his truck. “Hey,
Callie. Right on time.”
    “Hi,
Brad.”
    He
leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face so he grazed her cheek with his
lips. “You look great!”
    “Thanks. Nothing special.”
    “You
still look hot. Did I tell you that before because you do. I mean, when you were here a few weeks ago, you were like totally hot. I didn’t
get my turn to do body shots off you, and man, did I want to. Maybe tonight?”
    “Maybe.” She took a couple of steps away
from him. “Let’s go inside. I could use a drink.”
    She
pulled open the door, letting the cool darkness wash over her before the
blinding stage lights hit her in the face.
    “Sure
thing, babe.”
    They
stopped inside the door to let their eyes adjust. The bar sat off to the right
with barstools lining the mahogany expanse for the patrons. Several tables took
up the left side with the pool tables and dart boards near the back. There was
a large dance floor where a few couples two-stepped their way around the
divided area.
    No sign
of Jeremiah.
    “Let’s
find a table.”
    “Sure,
babe.”
    She
blew out a breath on a heavy sigh. This was going to be a long night at this
rate.
    When
they found an empty table, she waited for Brad to pull out her chair, but he
took the other one, flipped it around and straddled it. She shook her head as
she grabbed the chair for herself.
    “What’ll ya have?” the waitress asked, giving Brad an eyeful
as she bent over allowing her tank top to gap open around her breasts.
    “I’ll
have a beer. Bud Light in the bottle, please