“Old enough for you to share your drink.” She grabbed it out of my hand again. “What kind of question is that?”

“You look young.” I eyed her cautiously.

“I’m legal, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“How legal?”

“Twenty-two. Is that too young for you, old man?”

I scoffed out a chuckle, I couldn’t help. Enjoying her feistiness right from the start. People usually kissed my ass, especially women.

“Old man, huh?”

“I mean, you are what? Almost forty?”

I could tell by her tone she was teasing me. “Thirty-four is closer to thirty than forty.”

“Your age doesn’t bother me, I prefer older man.”

“I see.” I grinned. “Daddy issues?”

She laughed. “Hardly. I won’t call you daddy if that’s what you’re into.”

“No, I’d prefer you call me God.”

She laughed again, much louder that time. It resonated in my chest.

“Humble much?”

“Sweetheart.” I leaned in, close to her lips. “I wasn’t referring to the way I can throw a football.”

She smirked, licking her lips and the scent of whiskey and her assaulted my senses.

“Then you’re referring to the way you can throw you dick around?”

It was my turn to laugh, big and throaty. “Only one way to find out.”

“Wow. You only just met me and you’re already throwing yourself at me,” she playfully taunted.

“Would you prefer I lie and say I don’t want to fuck you until you can’t walk in the morning?”

“So I’ll be staying until morning?”

“Darlin’, you can stay as long as you want.” I couldn’t believe those words just left my mouth.

What the fuck?

The crazy part was, I meant them.

“You’re just a southern boy at heart, aren’t you, Jax?”

“You seem to know all about me and yet I know nothing about you.”

“Well, that’s kind of unfair considering the whole world knows about you.”

“You a football fan, Sophie?”

“You could say that.”

“Who’s your favorite team?”

“Dallas of course.”

I smiled.

“Are the rumors true?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Oh, come on, I won’t tell anyone I promise. You can trust me.”

“If I tell you, will you come home with me?”

She mocked with a wink. “Only one way to find out.”

“I may have to sign with them now that I know you live in Dallas.”

“Are you always this much of a charmer?”

“Only for you, darlin’.”

Handing me back my glass, she added with a nod, “Thanks for the drink.”

Now allowing me a chance to answer, she turned to leave, but I found myself grabbing her arm to hold her in place.

Our eyes connected.

“Where do you think you’re going, Sophie?” I asked, as if my whole world was about to walk away from me.

She smiled.

“So I got another smile.”