Page 65 of Guys Can't Write Romance
Chloe grinned. “You know it’s okay to like him, right?”
“Like who?”
“Come on,” Chloe said with a roll of her eyes.
“I have a boyfriend, Chloe. Are you forgetting that?”
“And I have kale in the fridge. Doesn’t mean I have to eat it.”
“Chloe!”
“I’m just saying, maybe it’s time to admit that Chad makes you feel something that Boring Banker doesn’t.”
Daisy grabbed her laptop and headed toward her room. “We’re not having this conversation.”
“Fine. But I’m predicting that by chapter two, Rick suddenly develops a sense of humor and starts coaching little league.”
Daisy slammed the bedroom door behind her and sat down at her desk. She opened her laptop and stared at the chapter she’d been editing. There was no denying that Rick had changed. He was kinder now and funnier. Less concerned with five-year plans, and more interested in enjoying life as it came. And he made her female lead laugh, instead of just scheduling coffee dates.
If she was being perfectly honest, he was nothing like Ethan anymore.
“Shut up,” she told her laptop.
Chapter fifteen
Dodgeballs and Emotional Grenades
The gymnasium echoed with squeals and shouts as rubber balls whizzed through the air. Chad sat in his usual seat in the bleachers, one eye on the notebook on his lap and the other on his PE class to make sure no one got killed.
“Hey, coach,” Kowalski called out. “Your girlfriend’s here.”
Chad looked up and saw a flash of blue hair in paint-splattered overalls and tennis shoes heading his way through the crossfire of dodge balls.
Chad blew his whistle. “Okay. Time out. Everyone take five.”
“Can we bean her with the ball, coach?” It was Kowalski again.
“Only if you don’t value your life,” Chad said as he climbed down the steps to meet her. He had no idea what to expect, but with Chloe, you could count on it being interesting.
“What’s up, Chlo?” he said as she walked up.
“That’s what I came to find out,” she said. “Daze came home from your baseball practice yesterday with this smile she couldn’t wipe off her face. And it wasn’t for a lack of trying.”
“So, she had fun?”
“That, or you put a voodoo hex on her. Daze never laughs this week.”
“What’s wrong with this week?”
“She didn’t tell you?”
He shook his head. “No. Tell me what?”
“About her dad?”
“No. Is he okay?”
Chloe took a breath. “Ooh, boy. I don’t know if I’m supposed to say anything, but you know me and my blabbermouth. Daze lost her dad three years ago, a week from today. It crushes her every year around this time.”
