Chapter Eighteen
Maddie’s stomach flip-flopped as Blake pulled his truck into the Trading Post parking lot. She had a bad feeling about this. As the town’s only hang-out with a dance floor, the Trading Post was always crowded with locals. And while she knew things were different, childhood insecurities pounded at her.
Blake’s hand on the small of her back propelled her forward into the din, setting off a chain reaction in her body that left her frustrated and on edge. She suspected the same for Blake. Each morning, he’d been grumpier than the last.
“You’ll be fine, Maddie. You can’t hide on the ranch forever.”
“One person in my brain is enough, thank you.”
He snorted and led her to a table in the corner.
It was loud inside, so she slid in close. Blake turned, his lips grazing her tem
