Page 45 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“And you’re traumatized for life over it?” she asked. She was still laughing. “Was the dress pink? I bet pink would look so good on you.”

“Cut it out,” he said, smiling. “Before I throw food at you next.”

“Fine,” she said. “You’ve got me beat on older brothers. Spencer would never do something like that to embarrass me.”

“No,” he said. “He just watches out for you. But I think that is why I could sympathize when I first met you. I was the baby of the family too. It does suck.”

“But you didn’t have other issues like me,” she said. “You know how I got my name, right?”

“Not really,” he said. “I just assumed it had to do with you surviving when you were barely two pounds when you were born.”

“Pretty much,” she said. “My parents were going to name me Olivia. But when I was born premature, they didn’t know if I’d live. The first twenty-four hours were touch and go and my mother insisted an angel was looking out for me. So they named me Angel Olivia.”

“That’s sweet,” he said. “I’m not sure I could see you as anything other than Angel.”

“Because that is all you’ve known me as,” she said.

“I’ve never thought of it that way,” he said.

They finished their dinner while they talked, then cleaned up together. He grabbed a bottle of wine and poured her a glass and they went downstairs to play pool.

Just as she suspected, she sucked.

She knew Coy went light on her too.

“No more,” she said. “I can’t embarrass myself like that again. How about darts?”

“We can do that,” he said. “Do you want another glass of wine?”

She looked at her glass and still had about a quarter of it left.

“Maybe I’ll get some more when we go on the beach. I’m good for now.”

She put her glass down after taking a small sip and then reached for the darts that Coy handed her. “Take a few practice throws.”

At least she hit the board with them.

But at the end of the game, she got her butt kicked there too.

“How often do you come down here and do this alone?” she asked.

“Now you’re making me sound like a loser,” he said.

“No, we know I’m the loser.”

“I don’t come down much anymore. Spencer and I play a lot when he’s here.”

“Oh,” she said. “I’m just taking the place of my brother.”

Talk about a bummer and shot to her flirting ways.

She really did suck at this too.

She wasn’t sure what more she could do at this point.

“Nah,” he said. “You’re a lot better looking than your brother. You’ve got more hair on your head but less on your body.”

She just stared at him and then burst out laughing. “Thank God for that.”

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