Chapter 46: He's only 5/9

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For those who don't know what line dancing is here's a video.

Katie
"Iz, can you turn on the Bluetooth?" I ask.

"No, no, no you're not playing your music, Kat," Tyler says sternly from the driver's seat.

I give Tyler a pouty face. "Why not?"

"Because I want to listen to Rihanna!" Tyler states.

Wyatt chuckles and I give him a blank look.

"We are driving to a country bar and you want to listen to Rihanna," I deadpan.

Tyler nods his head and I sigh as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

I lean forward and press the Bluetooth button on his console.

My phone is still connected from the other day.

Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood starts blasting.

Izzy giggles and Tyler sighs while running a hand down his face.

"You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease." Izzy and I yell the lyrics.

Tyler holds up his middle finger causing us to sing louder.

"He a, a good time cowboy Casanova leaning up against the record machine. He looks like a cool drink of water but he's candy-coated misery." At this point, we're all belting the lyrics.


After a forty-minute drive, Tyler parks the car.
I check my purse to make sure I have everything and Wyatt takes that as his opportunity to open my door.

I give him a deadpan look. "Thanks, cowboy."

"Oh, you are so welcome, baby," Wyatt says smirking.

We arrived a few minutes before they open so we have to outside.

Tyler gets his ID out and Wyatt's eyebrows scrunch together. "There is no way you're six feet tall."

Tyler's face flushes red and I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"Well, I am." Tyler snaps.

Wyatt shakes his head. "Man, I'm around 6/2 and like a whole head taller than you."

I can't hold it in anymore. "Tyler lied on his ID, he's only 5/9."

Izzy laughs and pats Tyler's back. "It's okay babe."

"It's not a big deal."

"So, I said I'm six feet instead of 5/9 who cares?" Tyler mumbles.

"You could have said your 5/11 instead of six feet tall that would be more believable," I say grinning.

Tyler just glares at me.

When they open the security guard checks our IDs. When he looks at Tyler's he does a double take.

"Dude, there's no way your six feet tall."
We all burst out into laughter.

I look around and it still looks the same as It did when we came with Derek.

They moved the tables to the sides of the room and in the middle is a huge hardwood dance floor.

We follow Tyler to a table. "I'm going to order us some fries," Izzy says as she walks over to the counter.

About ten minutes later a waiter brings out four orders of fries.

Wyatt eats all of his and steals some of mine. At this point, I don't even care.


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