Tailgates and Whiskey

Chapter 3

She was still in the same clothes she wore yesterday, her boots being the only thing missing. She grabbed her phone, checking the time before she rolled off the bed, ran a hand through her hair and left the room, looking around confused.

Her head pounded. She must've drank too much.

"Morning Princess." His voice sounded from the dining room, where he sat at a long, dark oak table. His mother was in the living room, his father absent.

"Don't call me that." She spoke, wincing slightly as pain ran through her head. He only chuckled.

"Help yourself to anything, there's eggs, bacon and hashbrowns on the counter." He motioned, taking a sip from a white mug. Must be coffee.

She entered the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bacon.

"Do you have any painkillers?" She asked, watching him approach.

"Of course darling, here you are." He smirked, handing her a Tylenol. He grinned down at her, leaning against the island.

"Don't call me that." She spoke again, taking the pill and swallowing it, coughing slightly. He chuckled again, leaning closer to her and tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Whatever you say, Princess." He grinned, tracing her cheek with his thumb. She smacked away his hand, watching his mother walk in.

"Is this the girl you've been seeing?" She asked, flashing a smile at the pair. Hadley shook her head, pushing him away.

"We haven't been seeing each other, just bump ins. I was too drunk to drive home last night, I guess he let me stay here."

"So that's why you slept on the couch, Cade?" She crossed her arms, a friendly smile on her face. Cade nodded. His mother left the room.

He turned to Hadley, sighing.

"Listen, Hadley. You're one of the most jaw-dropping gorgeous girls I've ever met, and I'd do anything to take you out to dinner." He spoke, looking down at her. His fluffy brunette hair slightly fell over his eyes, so he quickly adjusted it. "Please, go out to dinner with me?"

She rolled her eyes.

"No, I'm heading home." She grumbled, walking to the door and slipping on her boots. He followed, leaning against the door frame.

"I'll pick you up at seven then. Don't be late, Princess." He smirked at her as she left his house.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, rolling her eyes. She was going on that date, and she knew she had no choice because deep down, she really wanted too.

He knew it too.

She wore a black dress that fell to just above her knees. It looked amazing on her. Her loose brunette curls fell on her shoulders, and a silver arrow necklace hung around her neck.

She walked into the living room, where her father sat in his rocker, her mother on the loveseat opposite. His eyes fell on her, and he frowned. Her mother softly smiled.

She walked into the entryway, grabbing her boots and slipping them on, before putting her phone, keys and wallet into her purse.

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Her father questioned, staring at her.

"On a date."

"Better not be with that Cade boy." He glared, crossing his arms. Her mother stayed silent.

Cade knocked on the front door, removing his cowboy hat. He held a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Invite this boy in." Her father demanded, frowning at her as she opened the door. Cade stepped inside, handing her the bouquet with a smile. He made eye contact with her father.

"Evening, sir." He greeted, walking over and shaking his hand. He nodded at her mother, before he put his hat on his head.

"What are your intentions with my daughter, boy?"

"Nothing but to marry her. Your daughter is gorgeous, and so kind. I'd love to take her hand in marriage." Cade spoke, flashing her a smile.

She rolled her eyes. Her father stared at the boy, going to speak but stopping when his wife interrupted.

"Why isn't that just adorable, have fun you two. No curfew!" Her mother spoke, grinning at the two.

They turned to leave, ignoring her father who was yelling.

"10 o'clock sharp boy! 10!"