Page 50 of Sex on the Beach

His lopsided grin returned. “Nah, but I’ve always wanted to use that line.”

I almost said that he could check it off his list, but then I remembered that not everyone had one of those.

“So, is it too late to enter?” I asked again.

He paused for a moment wearing the strangest expression on his face. “I told you, darlin,—”

“No, I mean, can I enter?”

His brow furrowed and he blinked as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You want to enter the pie-eating contest?”

“Yes.” Going off the expression on his face, I tried to tamp down my enthusiasm. He looked as though he were questioning my sanity. It was the same look he’d given me when I’d told him that I wanted to change the tire.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yes.”

“Damn, woman. First, you change a tire and now you want to stuff your face with pie. If you’re tryin’ to make me fall in love with you, it’s workin’.”

Was I? I wanted to say no, but the way my heart leapt like a lemur, I wasn’t so sure.

Love. That word kept coming up. The question was, where did it belong in my new life? I used to think that my worst fear was never falling in love. Now, I was rethinking that. My biggest fear was falling in love and not being able to be with that person.

If I wasn’t careful, I was pretty sure my worst fear was going to come true.

---