Page 68 of How to Win the Girl

I nod.

“Why didn’t you just go through the front door like a normal person?”

Because I forgot that I’m not actually my polite, courteous twin brother. I’m the bad one.

The one who causes trouble and does stupid shit without thinking.

“Eh. I saw the window, and it felt adventurous.”

“You don’t think it was rude to cut out like that?”

For sure, I knew it was rude. “I wasn’t thinkin’ about it at the time. I was thinkin’ about my own survival.”

Daisy rolls her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

Except Drew isn’t dramatic at all, and I keep forgetting what I’m here to do; find him a girlfriend.

Him, not me.

Only.

Daisy makes me forget myself.

“Wait. Did you have the cookie when you climbed out the window?”

“Of course.”

“What’d you do with it?”

“Sat in my truck and ate it.”

“You ate the cookie?” Daisy’s eyes are wide as saucers.

“I had to at least try it.”

“Okay, but what if it had been poisoned?”

“Her aunt made them. I highly doubt she would have purposely poisoned her own niece.”

“So? How do you know this girl didn’t do something to it when she was waiting for you to stop by for the date?”

I shrug. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Daisy throws her arms in the air, exasperated. “Fine. You win. She didn’t poison you.”

“Nope. Still here.”

“But she could have.”

“But she didn’t.”

Her mouth opens.

Closes in the most guppy-like way.

“You don’t have a single bad date horror story?” I question. “How is that possible?”

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