Bailey.
“Excuse me,” the blonde says, “where are my manners? I’m Lizzie, Bailey’s best friend slash sister. From the description I got, you’re Cash.”
This girl has a little smirk, and mischief in her eyes. I bet she likes to get Bailey’s feathers all ruffled. These two together would be a lot to contend with. Heaven help anyone who tries. I wonder what all was said about me, but I feel a little more confident now.
“Are you ready, Lizzie?” Bailey asks.
“Yeah. Where are Granny and Papa? I wanted to go say “hi” real quick. Who is coming over to stay with them tonight anyway?” Lizzie asks, rocking back and forth on her heels.
I’m just standing here, looking stupid I’m sure. I would really like to get to know them, but I’m at a loss for words. I’ve never had a problem with small talk before.
“Mom is coming over until they go to bed. I just pray Papa has a good night until I make it back home.” Bailey does her mouth in this little half smile while raising her eyebrows.
She is completely adorable. “If you just need someone who can come over if something happens,” I say, “Mom is going to be home all night and she would be glad to be on call.”
They both look at me wide-eyed. Bailey glances at Lizzie with her eyebrows raised and Lizzie shrugs, then nods.
Did they just have a whole conversation? They are good.
“Are you sure she wouldn’t mind just being on standby?” Bailey asks. “I’ll leave my number for her to call if there happens to be any problems.”
I just want to pick her up and wrap her around myself. “It won’t be any problem, I assure you. That’s what neighbors do, look out for each other.” I would like to look out a little more for this girl. I wonder how old they are. Up close, I can tell she is a little older than I thought, but not by much. I don’t want to come right out and ask them. “So what are you two beautiful ladies up to tonight?” Maybe I can get some clues by asking the right questions. Who am I kidding? She is still going to be too young to fool around with.
Lizzie pipes up, “We’re going to get our dance on!”
She does a couple of sexy moves, popping out her hips. These two need an escort wherever they’re going. “Oh, where is there to dance around here?” I ask.
“We go over to Florence. Whichever country place is hopping the most is where we stay,” Bailey says.
“Are you meeting a group or going by yourselves?” I want to keep her talking, in hopes that she might invite me to join them.
“It’s ladies’ night! No guys allowed.” Lizzie leaves in search of her grandparents.
I guess that’s my answer. Not invited.
Bailey hands me a couple pieces of paper and a pen. “My cell number is on the fridge. If you give me your home number, I’ll give it to Granny. It makes me feel better having someone close by.”
I scribble down our home number. “Here you go. I’ll let you ladies go get to your dancing. Is there anywhere around here to meet people?” I ask Bailey as I hand her the number.
She scoffs, “No, there isn’t anything to do around here but cow tipping and barn parties. Both you would rather be dead than caught doing.”
“Don’t you like living around here? I think this area is beautiful.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh please, we are out in the sticks!”
Lizzie comes back in the room and Bailey picks up her purse, saying, “Well, we need to leave, Cash. I’m sorry to run you off, but I don’t get many of these kind of nights and I plan on making the most of it.”
I guess that’s my clue to leave.
Journal Entry: Lizzie and I had a blast dancing at the club. She danced with everyone that asked. Guys were fine with that. They all loved two girls shaking their butts for them. That’s where I drew the line though. Just dancing. If they got all handsy, I’d politely remove their hands, telling them I had a boyfriend. For the most part, guys backed off, but there is always one or two that