Page 55 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“This week’s lesson was on sports. So, we went there to watch the Dodgers game.”
“And Daze graduated tops in her class,” Chloe added. “With a minor in buffalo wings.”
Ava looked at Chloe. “I don’t find this at all amusing.”
“I didn’t think you would,” Chloe said. “That’s why I brought it up.”
“This is exactly the kind of thing I was worried about,” Ava said, straightening her designer blazer as she turned to Daisy. “First, your writing partnership with this… Chad. And now, public intoxication.”
“I wasn’t intoxicated,” Daisy muttered. “I had a slight beverage malfunction.”
“Three times,” Chloe chimed in.
Daisy shot Chloe a glare. “Not helping.”
“Sorry,” Chloe said, not sorry at all.
“Please tell me this was simply a momentary lapse of judgment brought on by stress over this hobby of yours,” Ava said, signaling the sommelier to refill their glasses.
“Hobby?” Daisy said.
“Okay, your pastime, or whatever it is you call it.”
“Lifelong dream works just fine,” Daisy said.
Ava sighed. “Okay. But let’s have this be a one-time indiscretion we can laugh about at your and Ethan’s wedding.”
Chloe made a sudden loud gagging noise, causing several patrons at nearby tables to look over. “Sorry. Hairball.”
“Very mature, Chloe,” said Ava.
“Says the woman who thinks fun is a communicable disease.”
“Daisy has plenty of fun with Ethan.”
This time, Chloe made a strangling noise. “Have you ever met Ethan? He’s where fun goes to die.”
“He is not,” Daisy said.
“Is too. Like a big black hole sucking away all the fun.”
“I can see where you wouldn’t appreciate Ethan’s highbrow humor,” said Ava.
“We call it boredom where I’m from.”
Ava rolled her eyes and turned to Daisy. “Please tell me there’s nothing going on between you and this Chad person.”
“Of course, there’s nothing going on,” Daisy shot back. “None. Nada. We’re writing partners, when we’re not killing each other, and that’s it.”
“But…” Chloe, of course, had to chime in, “there was that Hallmark movie marathon you guys watched.”
“That was for research!” Daisy insisted, her voice rising enough to draw glances from the next table.
“You had your sacred Hallmark blanket.”
“It was chilly out.”
“What kind of research requires you to watch romantic movies with someone?” Ava cut in.
