I swayed a little away from him, feeling hurt.

He kept chuckling but he noticed my movement and focused intently on me, asking, “Where you goin’?”

“I need a fresh beer,” I lied.

He looked into my full cup.

Then he looked at me, smiling.

Oh God, yes. He was so cute.

But he was kinda mean.

I mean, my name wasn’t funny. It was old-fashioned but it was my great-grandmother’s name. My mother had adored her, and Granny had lived long enough for me to adore her too.

I liked my name.

“You got Millie written all over you,” he stated.

What a weird thing to say.

And more weird, it was like he knew what I was thinking.

“What?” I asked.

“Darlin’, all that hair that doesn’t know whether it wants to be red or blonde. Those big brown eyes.” His smooth, deep voice dipped in a way that I felt in my belly. “That.” He lifted his beer cup with one finger extended and pointed close to my mouth so I knew he was indicating the little mole that was just in from the right corner of my top lip. “Cute. Sweet. No better name for a girl that’s all that but Millie.”

Okay, that was nice.

“Well, thanks, I think,” I mumbled.

“Trust me, it’s a compliment,” he assured.

I nodded.

“What’re you doin’ tomorrow night?”

I felt my head give a small jerk.

Holy crap, was he asking me out on a date?

“I… nothing,” I answered.

“Good, then we’re goin’ out. You got a number?”

He was!

He was asking me out on a date!

My heartbeat quickened and my legs started to feel all tingly.

“I… yes,” I replied then went on stupidly, “I have a number.”

“Give it to me.”

I stared at him then looked down his wide chest to his trim waist then to his hands. One hand was holding his beer, the other one had the thumb hooked in his cool-as-heck, beaten up, black leather belt.

I looked back to his face. “Do you have something to write it down?”

He gave a slight shake of his head and an even slighter (but definitely hot) lip twitch before he stated, “Millie, you give me your number, do you think I’m gonna forget a single digit?”

Okay, wow. That was really nice.

I gave him my number.

He repeated it instantly and accurately.

“That’s it,” I confirmed.

He didn’t reply.

I started to feel uncomfortable.

And nervous.

I’d just made a date with a guy I didn’t know at all except I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of him and then I gave him my number.

Now what did we do?

“You come with someone?” he asked.

It was weird that he asked that now, after he’d asked me out.