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Zane wasn’t following. I knew he wasn’t. Still, I would keep my promise about it not being anything bad.
“We broke up,” I said, “and now we’re going to get back together. It’s a do-over. But we need to have aproperdo over.”
He hoisted his eyebrow at me like he still didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Come on, Zane, you know what I’m talking about. A proper do-over would include doing over a first date.”
“Okay, I think I’m following.”
He nodded like maybe he was finally getting into the spirit of things.
“How about the Colter Bay Grill?” I asked.
“Really? Why there?”
“If you ask me, that’s where things really began for us.”
“Because that’s the first time we saw one another face-to-face?”
“No, because that’s where I knocked you out cold.”
He sputtered and glanced away. Even now, he couldn’t accept the truth.
“It’ll be fun,” I said. “We can get dressed up and everything… Even though I know you’ll probably get wing sauce all over your best shirt.”
He half-smiled and said, “Okay, you’re on.”
Then he leaned in and kissed me again, slowly and sweetly.
I could live with that.
49
ZANE
The Colter Bay Grill didn’t have a dress code. It was mostly casual, but I must’ve stood out wearing a full suit. Normally, the only time you ever see guys wearing ties in there was the after-work-beer crowd that showed up just after five o’clock.
Jakob was just going to wear a hoodie and jeans, can you believe that? I told him if I was going to get all dolled up for him then I expected the same courtesy. Jakob hadn’t gotten out of the house much since his injury. In fact, he’d done exactly nothing fun since before the championship game.
You know, the one in which the Remington Riptides won the championship, and left the Larkin Lions licking their wounds?
Yeah, that one.
Any-hoo, we went to the Colter Bay where it all began, and wouldn’t you know it? Jakob started running his mouth the moment we breezed through the door.
“Hey, look over there.” He pointed to the far end of the bar. “That’s the exact spot where I launched you to the moon off of a knuckle sandwich!”
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s not how I remember it, Jakob.”
“Oh, right, I forgot your motto about being delusional and damned proud of it.”
I snorted. Even on a special date like this one, my boyfriend could get carried away with the wisecracks.
Jeez, I called him my boyfriend. I guess I could call him that again. He’d said we could consider ourselves back together, but we needed to make it official with this date.
Seriously, he shouldn’t have taken the insults too far. I had an enormous surprise for him and waited for exactly the right moment to drop it.
