Page 126 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“Did Chloe come up with that one?”
“Nope. It was all me.”
“Is this going to involve getting tattoos and questionable food?”
She grinned. “Maybe.”
“I’m in.”
“I thought you would be,” she said as they headed down the sidewalk between apartments toward the boardwalk.
“Isn’t that the dress you wore last time?” he said as they turned onto the boardwalk and headed south, a light breeze teasing her hair.
“You remembered,” she said, surprised but pleased. She doubted Ethan even knew what dresses she owned.
“It’s hard not to. Am I allowed to gawk stupidly at your legs again?”
A soft smile lit her cheeks, combined with something playful and flirtatious. “You’d better.”
He grinned, grateful for the setting sun that hid the sudden pink in his cheeks. “I’m liking this intervention already.”
They walked for a while, enjoying the evening breeze and smell of the ocean air. Around them, the boardwalk vendors and performers were packing it up for the day.
“Chloe told me about what Ava said,” Daisy said as they headed south down the boardwalk past condominiums and cafes. “That wasn’t cool.”
“I just consider the source.”
“Good. Because it wasn’t true. Ava’s protective of me, but she goes overboard sometimes, and I had a long talk with her about it when I found out.”
“Did you call her an ambulance chaser?”
“No. But I will if she butts in again.”
After several more minutes, they turned onto a pedestrian street, stopping just outside The Salty Siren.
“You’re taking me back to the scene of the crime?”
She nodded. “Yup. You ready for a night of terrible bar sports?”
“Same Daisy rules?”
“Nope. I came up with a bunch of new ones.”
“Do I want to know?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
They headed inside and squeezed their way through the crowd to the bar. Daisy ordered the first round, and when Carly brought their beers, Daisy looked at hers for a moment before raising it in a toast. “To things that scare us. And doing them anyway.”
They clinked their glasses together.
“You ready to kick off the first round of Daisy’s rules of pool?” she said.
“Ready to watch you scratch?”
“I have new rules about that, too.”
“Let’s do it.”
