Page 68 of My Rules

“I’m going to upload this one,” he tells me.

The photo is of my foot when we were inside by the cake table. It’s the one with the icing drizzled down my leg. “Yeah, okay.”

He passes me his phone. “Log me in to your dashboard from my phone so I can upload it.” I log in to Foot Finder and pass him his phone back. “No faces.”

“I know, I know.” He concentrates and goes through the process. “I’m going to add a teaser for more content and put a ridiculous price on it.”

“What do you mean, a ridiculous price?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “We’re faking it till we make it here.”

I bite my lip to hide my smile. Faking it till I make it has literally been my life motto lately.

He keeps concentrating on his phone.

“I’m going to the bathroom to wash this icing off. I’m sticky as all hell.”

“Okay.” He keeps typing in his phone. “See you inside.”

Blake swings me out and then rolls me back in as I laugh out loud. We’ve had the best time dancing and laughing—so much laughing. We are on the terrace dance floor; the fairy lights twinkle above, and the magical night is coming to an end.

Blake holds me in his arms as we sway to the music. “I have a confession to make.”

“Uh-oh.” I look up at him. “Do I want to hear it?”

He chuckles. “Maybe not.”

“Hit me.”

“I read your list.” We keep moving to the music.

I frown, confused. “What list?”

“The dos and don’ts of dating that you wrote.”

Huh?

I try to remember when he would have seen that.

“I came in to say goodbye to you in the morning, and it was on the end of your bed. I hate to tell you, but the list was a complete hit and miss.”

“Oh.”

What did I write?

“You know, I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve got an idea.”

I roll my eyes as we dance. “Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

“Hear me out.” He smiles down at me. “What if I helped you?”

“Helped me?”

“You want to have fun and new experiences, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t want to get hurt.”

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