Page 83 of Resist
“You might want to change them to something flat and more comfy.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m taking you on a date today.”
“What?”
“Trust me. It’ll be fun.”
An hour later, and our taxi pulled up out the front of Sunshine Mini Golf and Fun Park. I waited for the taxi driver to apologise for getting lost and taking us to the wrong place, but he didn’t. He just idled the car while he prepared to take payment.
“Excellent!” Lucas said, after handing the cab driver some money. “Looks just like it did when I was a kid.” He got out of the car, jogged around the back of the cab, and opened my door, his face alive with enthusiasm and dimples.
I placed my hand in his and he helped me to stand. “We’re going to a fun park?”
“Yep.”
“Lucas,” I sighed. “I’m too old for a fun park.”
“Bullshit!” He laced his hand with mine and tugged me toward the entry gate. “Too old for a fun park,” he said, repeating my words in an annoyed tone. “That’s the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I didn’t know how that was the case when he was constantly surrounded by the likes of Josh and Noah.
“It’s not stupid. I’m a grown woman who—”
“Who’s about to get her arse whipped in a game of mini golf,” he said, inaccurately finishing my sentence.
I rolled my eyes but smiled.
We gathered our clubs and brightly coloured balls and headed to the first hole, which appeared to be straightforward bar the giant fiberglass dog sitting in the way.
“Ladies before gentlemen,” he said.
I scoffed, lined up my shot, and decided to hit around the dog rather than try for the small tunnel between its legs.
“What’d you do that for?”
Leaning on my club, I swivelled to face him. “Because slow and steady often wins the race.”
“So does going straight for between the legs.”
“LUCAS!” I laughed.
He stepped up to the plate and took his shot, the ball sailing through the damn tunnel. “Am I right, or am I right?”
I glared.
We both walked around the giant dog to find that my ball was in the hole and his wasn’t.
“HA! Take that!” I pointed my club at him.
“It’s just the first hole, baby, and there’s seventeen more where that came from.”
I stepped closer and poked him in the cheeks. “Bring them on, Dimps.”
And so it happened, I narrowly lost the round of mini golf, but I successfully crashed into him with a bumper car. Twice.
“You cheated,” he said, as we both walked down the exit ramp of the bumper car arena.
