Page 65 of Amnesia

“What’s that?”

“A tiny place near the lake that has the best lobster rolls in the entire state.”

“I don’t know if I like lobster.”

“You have to like lobster, Am. This is Maine.”

“Okay, Lobster Shack it is.” She agreed.

“You’re a cheap date,” I teased, hopping down off the porch.

“This is a date?” she echoed, pausing on the steps.

I could have backtracked and told her I was teasing. I should have.

I really didn’t want to. Stepping close, her eyes were near level with mine since she was on the stairs and I was at the bottom. “Do you want it to be?” I murmured.

“I-I’m not sure.”

I tucked her hair behind her ears, leaned in, and pressed a kiss against her mouth. “It’s not a date, then,” I said, taking her hand.

When I stepped back, tugging her along, she wouldn’t budge. Glancing back around, I lifted a brow.

“Do I get a goodnight kiss if it’s a date?”

“Oh yes.” I promised.

“Then I want it to be a date.”

I smiled. And smiled some more.

“I like your dimples,” she confessed.

My heart turned over. “I like everything about you, Am.”

“Cross your heart?” she asked.

She had no idea what she did to me.

“Hope to die,” I murmured.

The smile that graced her face was enough to charm ten men. But it was entirely directed at me.

“C’mon, then, Eddie.” She laughed, rushing down the stairs, pulling me along with her. “We have a date to finish.”

Oh, Amnesia. I’ll never be finished with you.

When he said he was taking me to the Lobster Shack, I really didn’t think it was going to be an actual shack.

But it was.

Guess Iwasa cheap date.

A date. My first date. I kind of liked having all these firsts again. I had a feeling these firsts were way better than any of my original ones. This had been a good day so far—no, actually the best day I’d had since waking from the coma.

I wasn’t about to let some ladies whispering in the general store ruin it for me. So I shoved their hushed words to the back of my mind and got lost in Eddie’s dimples, his curly hair, and the tour he gave me of Lake Loch.

The Lobster Shack sat near Main Street, but not on it. It was perched closer to the lake, an actual four-walled shack in the middle of a grassy patch. The sound of the water, the rustle of the wind in the too-tall grass was all that was around, but you could see Main Street from its location.

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