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“I’m confident this is going to deliver.”
I lean back in the seat. “Then let’s go and see if you know me as well as I know you.”
ChapterSixteen
SPENCER
Ipull up to the park where the event is being held, and I’m really confused. There is supposed to be an adult water balloon fight with rides and all kinds of games. However, based on the number of minivans in the parking lot, it looks like a moms’ group has taken over the park. Plus, I don’t see any rides where they normally are when there’s a carnival here.
“We’re at a park?” she asks.
“Yes, but there’s a huge event here.”
“Okay. Is it a soccer tournament for a kid or something?”
I snort. “Not soccer, but it is a tournament of sorts.”
“I’m intrigued.”
I love the glint of mischief in her eyes, and I grin right back at her. “Come on, let’s go register.”
We get out of the car, and I take her hand, proving it’s a date after all. Brielle looks up at me with a soft smile.
I realize I haven’t told her how beautiful she is, which I really should’ve done. Her long blonde hair is up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a light-green top and shorts. She always looks pretty, but today, she is really stunning.
We get to the front table, and I smile and prepare for her to be blown away. “Hello, we’d like to register for the event,” I say to the woman sitting in the plastic folding chair.
“You’d like to register?” she repeats before glancing at the woman to her right.
“Yes. The two of us.”
Again, the woman checks with her friend and then looks at me. “Two of who?”
“Us. The two of us. Has the tournament begun?” Maybe I missed it. It said from four to nine. I made sure we’d be here for the start of it so that we could get to dinner by six. After that, we’ll go to the beach, watch the sunset, and I hope to enjoy that kiss she teased me about.
“No, sir, but . . . where are your kids?”
“My what?” I ask a little too loudly.
Brielle giggles. Great, now she really does think I have a secret child.
“Ma’am, I’m here for the tournament and the rides. I read on the flyer that it started now.”
“Mister, could you hurry up?” says a kid behind me. “I don’t want to miss this.”
I turn and try not to glare at the group of boys. They are maybe nine years old and have goopy white sunscreen on their noses.
“Relax, I’m just registering and then you’ll get your turn.”
The one kid laughs. “Great, now the old people are here too.”
“Yeah, Mom said it was supposed to be without parents.”
“I’m not a parent,” I say more to myself.
Brielle laughs again.
The kid groans. “This guy is takingforever.”
