“Dance with me. It’s your birthday. A lady should have the right to dance on her day.”

She didn’t see a reason to deny him. Taking his hand, she followed him onto the dance floor. Her heart raced as she put her hand on his shoulder and his other went to her waist.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

“I know. I’m not afraid.” The music was a classical piece, slow, sexy.

Preacher pulled her close, and she tilted her head back to look at him.

“This is nice,” she said.

They didn’t move fast, swaying from side to side.

“Good. I hope I’ve improved your day.”

“You really have.”

The restaurant fell away as she looked into Preacher’s eyes. She knew firsthand this man was a monster. He’d terrified her growing up, but he’d been nothing but tender and kind to her.

Their time together had been tainted by what Milly had done.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For making this a really good birthday. I was only going to light a candle and make a wish.”

“I know you only got to spend it with an old-timer like me, but I tried my best.”

“You’re not that old.” She giggled. “Stop putting yourself down. You’re fine. I really enjoyed myself. Besides, shouldn’t I be worried about how immature I am? You’re surrounded by women of experience, and I’m not. They know your life and understand it. I’m on the sidelines. I’m Bear’s daughter. You could be having a really bad time.”

“Those other women mean nothing. They are nothing to me. They’re club pussy. Every single guy has slept with them. Even my son has had his fair share of the women. They don’t matter. They’re there for pleasure, nothing more. I enjoy your company. You’re different. You’re sweet.”

“What if I don’t want to be sweet all the time?”

What the hell are you doing, Robin?

Are you flirting with him?

Stop being a crazy woman.

She quickly pulled her hands away.

“Dessert?” Preacher asked.

“Yes, I’d love some.”

She’d also like some distance between her and Preacher.

Crazy, crazy, crazy. What the heck is with you?

Sitting back in her seat, she stared out at the dance floor and figured it would be best if she and Preacher didn’t dance again. It messed with her head.

Preacher returned to the table carrying a single cupcake with a candle already lit.

“Don’t forget to make a wish,” he said.

She looked at the cupcake and then at Preacher. “Did you ever sleep with Milly?”

“Is that your wish?”

“No, I just want to know the answer.”

“To if I screwed Milly?”

“Yes.”

“Haven’t we covered this already?

“I don’t know.”

“No, I’ve never been with Milly. I never wanted to be with Milly. Why?”