any pointers?â she asked.
âI date women in heels, Anna. Iâve never walked in them.â
âWhat happened to helping me be a woman?â
âYouâll get the hang of it. Itâs like...I donât know, water-skiing maybe?â
âHow is this like water-skiing?â
âYou have to learn how to do it and thereâs a good likelihood youâll fall on your face?â
âWell, I take it all back,â she said, deadpan. âThese shoes arenât silly at all.â She took another step, then another. âI feel like a newborn baby deer.â
âYou look a little like one, too.â
She snorted. âYou really need to up your game, Chase. If you use these lines on all the women you take out, youâre bound to start striking out sooner or later.â
âI havenât struck out yet.â
âWell, youâre still young and pretty. Just wait. Just wait until time starts to claim your muscular forearms and chiseled jawline.â
âI figure by then maybe Iâll have gotten the ranch back to its former glory. At that point women will sleep with me for my money.â
She rolled her eyes. âItâs nice to have goals.â
In her opinion, Chase should have better goals for himself. But then, who was she to talk? Her current goal was to show her brothers that they were idiots and she could too get a date. Hardly a lofty ambition.
âYes, it is. And right now my goal is for us not to miss our reservation.â
âYou made a...reservation?â
âI did.â
âItâs not like itâs Valentineâs Day or something. The restaurant isnât going to be full.â
âOf course it wonât be. But I figured if I made a reservation for the two of us, we could start a rumor, too.â
âA rumor?â
âYeah, because Ellie Matthews works at Beaches, and I believe she has been known to service your brother Mark.â
Anna winced at the terminology. âTrue.â
âI thought the news of our dining experience might make it back to him. Like I said, the more we can make this look organic, the better.â
âNo one ever need know that our relationship is in fact grown in a lab. And in no way GMO free,â she said.
âExactly.â
âI donât have any makeup on.â She frowned. âI donât have any makeup. At all.â
âRight,â he said. âI didnât really think of that.â
She reached out and smacked him on the shoulder. âYouâre supposed to be my coach. Youâre failing me.â
He laughed, dodging her next blow. âYou donât need makeup.â
She let out an exasperated sigh. âYouâre just saying that.â
âIn fairness, you did threaten to castrate me with your car keys earlier.â
âI did.â
âAnd you hit me just now,â he pointed out.
âIt didnât hurt, you baby.â
He took a deep breath, and suddenly his expression turned sharp. âBelieve me when I tell you you donât need makeup.â He reached out, gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger. His touch was like a branding iron, hot, altering. âAs long as you believe it, everyone else will, too. You have to believe in yourself, Anna.â
He released his hold on her, straightening. âNow,â he said, his tone getting a little bit rougher, âletâs go to dinner.â
* * *
Chase felt like he had been tipped sideways and left walking on the walls from the moment that Anna had emerged from the bathroom at his house wearing that dress. Once she had put on those shoes, the feeling had only gotten worse.
But who knew that underneath those coveralls his best friend looked like that?
She had been eyeing herself critically, and his brain had barely been working at all. Because he didnât see anything to criticize. All he saw was the kind of figure that would make a man