Page 27 of Butter My Biscuit

“Oh my God. She’s gorgeous.”

A blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman with a pearly-white smile grins at the camera. Harrison’s dimple is out.

“You two look like the perfect couple. Like Hollywood stars.”

He laughs.

“I just ask that you don’t get married before me. I don’t think I can handle sitting at the singles table.”

“I doubt that will ever happen,” he says. “But anyway, what are your plans tonight?”

“I’m having a half-gallon of Blue Bell delivered and eating the whole tub while watching a true crime documentary.”

He shakes his head, opening the freezer, and pulls out some peppermint ice cream. “I already got you covered.”

“Is it sad that you know my breakup traditions?”

He doesn’t even answer. “But I was thinking we could go out, my young Padawan.”

“Are we really starting today off with the Star Wars stuff? Who does that make you then, Obi-Wan?”

“No, I’m Master Yoda, and you’re Luke Skywalker. And I’m gonna teach you how to be a man-eater, so then all your wishes of fucking around and finding out can come true.”

“But I thought you were hanging out with Stephanie tonight?”

“I said it was a maybe. You and I have plans first. I made us a reservation on the island.”

My eyes widen. “BaymontIsland?”

He laughs. “It’s only an hour away, and I remember you mentioning you’d always wanted to ride the ferry.”

“We were kids when I said that.”

“So? I didn’t forget, and we’re already this close. Plus, the weather is amazing, so I thought we could make a night out of it. Then, we can head to this fun bar that’s on the seawall. Do some dancin’, flirtin’, and who knows? Maybe you’ll even get some phone numbers.”

“Or maybe I’ll go home with someone.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “Maybe you will.”

“But I have one rule …”

“What’s that?”

“Apparently, I don’t see red flags. So, if you think someone is a creep or married, then let a girl know?”

He meets my eyes for a few seconds too long. “That’s a deal.”

I hold out my hand, and he takes three steps forward and shakes it.

“It’s confirmed then. Want to pick out what I’ll wear tonight?”

He smirks. “That might be a bad idea.”

“I trust you.”

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Hours later, after my shower, I walk into the bedroom, where Harrison laid my clothes. I packed several outfits, thinking that Joey and I’d have a night together in the city. Another reminder of how fucking stupid I was.

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