Page 129 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“So what is it?”
She took a deep breath. “I’m scared I’ll kiss a guy and he won’t kiss me back.”
“Ethan again?”
She nodded.
“We’re gonna need to revoke his man privileges.”
And again, that warmth filled her chest. “My turn to throw,” she said, holding out her hand. He handed her the dart, and once again, she missed the board by a mile.
“You know the drill,” she said.
He took another big gulp of beer. “I’m scared of wanting things I can’t have.”
This one caught her even more off guard than his previous admissions. She stepped up to him, close enough for her dress to brush against him. “Who says you can’t have them?”
Before he could pick up his jaw from the floor, she had grabbed his hand and was dragging him toward the door. “Come on, you,” she said playfully. “We’re not done yet.”
Daisy never let go of Chad’s hand as they walked down the block to the Shipwreck Saloon and went inside. The weekday crowd was much lighter, but the karaoke was every bit as bad as the weekend crowd.
“Beer first?” she said.
“Nope. Tequila,” he said as they headed to the bar.
“Isn’t that the stuff that makes your clothes fall off?”
He smiled at her. “Let’s hope so.”
She playfully smacked his arm as her cheeks flushed pink, but downed the shot like a champ.
“Eww,” she said, crinkling her face. “That stuff is nasty.”
“It really is,” he said, his own face crinkled. “You ready to go make some eardrums bleed?”
“Yeah,” she said, taking his hand and walking over to the sign-up sheet.
“You know what’s scarier than singing in public?” she asked as they sat down at a table and waited for their turn.
“What?”
“Letting someone else decide who you are.”
“Ethan again?”
She nodded.
“You know what would be awesome?” he said. “To see his face when you hit the best-seller lists.”
Daisy’s eyes opened wide, and at that moment, she had never wanted to kiss someone so badly in her life. And she would have, if their song hadn’t come up.
For the next two minutes, Harry Belafonte was rolling over in his grave as they completely butchered his ‘Day-O’, the Banana Boat Song.
After their performance, Daisy took his hand and led him to a quiet corner table.
“So, is weird Chad gone?” she said.
“Yup. I think we can call ‘Operation Un-weird Chad’ a huge success.”
