"You are much too fucking pretty to be spending time in a shed." Wade's compliment was blunt, to the point, and genuine although tempered with a broad, wicked grin. "I'm sure I could come up with so many other things to occupy your time." He tilted his head a little and his eyes sparked heatedly at her as his mouth curved into a slow smirk. "Things that I'm sure you would enjoy." Thoroughly. Wade was enjoying himself. And they'd barely gotten started yet. There was so much of the night left.
Wade raised his water glass to his lips and took a long, slow drink. Fuck. He wished it was alcoholic. Or something. But it was better for everyone if he avoided that as much as possible. Wade's expression darkened slightly. He had no desire to become his father. Ever.