Kenzie sets a beer in front of me and a margarita in front of Maize, then looks at me. “I’ll add them to your tab.” She waggles her brows before leaving to help other customers at the opposite end of the bar.

“Oh my God,” Maize groans. “I’m sorry about her. She assumes and—”

I reach over and put my hand over hers to stop her. “I offered, remember?”

“Yes, that’s right.” She nods, pulling her hand from under mine and grabbing her glass. “Thank you.”

She’s been burned by so many douchebags she doesn’t even realize I’m hitting on her. I can’t imagine any guy dumb enough to walk away from Maize, but lucky for me, she’s single, and so am I.

“I’m Gavin, by the way,” I say, holding out my hand and hoping to touch hers again.

“Maize.” She takes the bait, and we shake. “Sorry I’m not more bubbly. You caught me on a rough night.”

“No apologies needed, Maize. Maybe I can cheer you up, though.”

“Oh yeah? With a non-crooked dick pic?” She arches a brow, grinning.

I chuckle, glad she’s not giving me the cold shoulder. Though I’ve never had a problem getting a woman’s attention, it’s not out of the realm of reality. When I was a professional bull rider, women would flock to me, and I’d have to tear them off just to walk through a crowd. But I don’t compete anymore. That life’s behind me now.

“I’m too old to send explicit pictures to women.”

Her eyes lower as she checks me out, then she tilts her head and studies me. “You can’t be that old.”

I suck in my lower lip as I soak in her delicate features. Light blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. She’s undoubtedly my type, but something else about her has my blood pumping.

“I’m certain I’m quite older than you,” I counter, taking a swig of my beer. “Why don’t you tell me how old you are?”

“Because it’s embarrassing. Most girls my age are married with a couple of kids already. And me? Well, I’m joining a convent.”

“You’re at least twenty-one, being that you’re in a bar drinking. Definitely not over thirty.” I tilt my head, looking at her eyes, skin, and lips. Fuck, she has the most beautiful face I’ve seen in a long time. “You’re having a quarter-life crisis since, like you said, no husband and no babies. So, I’m gonna guess twenty-five.” If I’m right, that means I’m ten years older than her.

Maize gulps down more of her drink as she watches me in amusement. “Sadly, you’re correct. Well, in a few months.”

I burst out laughing and shake my head. “You have plenty of time. Stop worryin’.”