Page 40 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
10. Hole 18 on a golf course.
11. Someone driving a motorcycle.
12. Selfie with a stranger’s dog.
13. Restaurant menu.
14. Branded napkin.
15. Branded matchbook.
16. Air guitar in front of the Hard Rock.
17. Selfie at a celebrity chef restaurant.
18. Feather boa - must be given, can’t buy it.
19. Someone wearing a sombrero.
20. Selfie with someone who just got married.
“Piece of cake,” I say.
Bristol nods. “Totally.”
“Pfft.” I look toward the sound. Amy has materialized once again. “You aren’t winning.”
“Uh, yes, we are,” Brie responds.
“Pete and I have done hundreds of these things together,” Amy says. “We’re of one mind when it comes to competitive activities. We always win.”
Pete stands next to her and points between his eyes and us.
Fucking idiot. That is,you’re watching us, notyou’re of one mindwith your wife.
“Not this time,” Brie says. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“Prepare to go down,” Amy says.
“Yeah,” Pete adds.
“Youprepare to go down.” Bristol points at them, practically vibrating with energy.
“Yeah,” I say before realizing how lame it sounds.
Just as lame as when Pete did it.
“Everybody ready?” Taylor calls.
Bristol and I nod at one another. I glance at Pete, and he mouths, “Down,” pointing his finger to the ground.
“No matter what it takes,” I mutter to Brie. “We’re winning.”
“Damn right we are,” she agrees.
“Go!”
And we’re off.
