I’m going to take my sweet ass time now.
Brielle cuts in, smiling to the woman. “If you could give us the paperwork so we can fill it out, we’d appreciate it. I know these boys are excited.”
The other woman leans down to grab the form. “Okay, if you insist.”
I have no idea why she’s being so weird about this. “Are we in the right place?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, sir. You said something about a flyer?”
“Yes, I saw it posted in Rose Canyon.”
She rummages through her purse and pulls out a paper. “You saw this flyer?”
I swear to God. “Yes, the water balloon tournament and carnival. It said it’s from . . .” I lean down and point.
Brielle bursts out laughing.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing, Best-Date-Planner-in-the-World.”
I look at the paper again and dread fills me. That’s not the time . . . it’s the ages.
You have got to be kidding me.
“This is for kids?” I ask her, not willing to glance at Brielle, who is still laughing.
The older woman leans closer. “Yes, it’s a kids’ carnival.”
“So, no rides for adults?”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
I want to sink into a hole. I had it all planned out. We were supposed to be doing something completely crazy and different. I must salvage this.
“Is there one later? Maybe after hours?”
“Honey, it’s this or nothing.”
I look to Brie, who is standing there with a shit-eating grin on her beautiful face. “We’ll find something else.”
“Oh, no we won’t. We’re here, and you promised me a date to remember.”
“Wait, you want to do this?”
She nods. “Why wouldn’t I? We’re here, and I mean, the flyer says a day of fun, so . . .” The kids behind us are complaining louder about missing out. “Besides, we’re holding up the line.”
This is going to bite me in the ass. I know it. I turn back to the women at the table. “We’ll do the water balloon competition please.”
Brielle grabs my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. “And some rides. Also, he’d like to cover the boys behind us since they’ve been so patient.”
They start giving each other high-fives and cheering when they hear her. “Thanks, lady!”
“My pleasure. You know”—Brie releases my arm and turns as I pay a ridiculous amount of money for rides and water balloons—“I could use some help on my team.”
“What team?” I ask.
Brielle looks at me and smirks. “You didn’t think we’d be together, did you?”