Page 49 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Yes, it’s another wedding bell. You’re nicer to me after you take them.”
He’s probably right about that.
I chew and swallow. “Did you take another one?”
“No. But I’m already nice to you without them, and we have less than an hour to find the last two things after you kiss a bartender, so we need to work together. We’re winning this thing.”
“We are,” I agree. “If I took another one, you should too.” I put my hands on my hips and attempt to look menacing and authoritative.
He adopts a boyish grin. “Okay.” And pops a candy in his mouth.
I watch as he chews and swallows. Is it possible to be attracted to an Adam’s Apple? Because I think I am. If I’m going to stick with my plan, I’m going to need a constant reminder that I don’t like Wyatt at this point.
Screw the plan!
Blanche:We are not screwing the plan.
Okay, but then we can’t screw Wyatt.
Maybe I can tattoo it under my eyelids so every time I blink I’m reminded that I’m not supposed to like him.
Blanche:That’s gross.
Blanche:And it’s not just that we dislike him. We’re out to ruin him.Destroy him for all other women.
It’s hard to remember that when Wyatt is my weakness.
I pull out my phone and open the notepad app while we’re walking and start a list:
Reasons to hate Wyatt.
Things to forget about Wyatt.
Things to remind myself.
Read when you feel Wyatt-weak:
You have one job. Shut him down the way he did you.
wyatt
We havetwo items left and about thirty minutes to get them if we’re to win. We’re still ahead by one over Pete and Amy. But how the hell is it that Blake and Taylor are still in first place? Does that mean they’ve only had one thing left this whole time?
“Hole eighteen on a golf course and a selfie with someone who just got married,” Brie repeats. “That’s impossible, there’s no way we can get to a golf course and find a wedding chapel in thirty minutes.”
She’s right.
I won’t admit it. Instead, I say, “We didn’t come this far just to lose, Brie. You really want Amy rubbing it in your face if we don’t win?”
All I can think about now is shoving it in Pete’s fucking-weird-ass-B-is-the-one-who-got-away face and winning this thing.
I open the maps app on my phone and search for golf around me.
And there it is. Motherfucking fate is shining her light down on us. There’s no way we can lose now.
Twilight Zone Mini Golf and The Worlds Only Sci-Fi Wedding Chapel.
And it’s only a five-minute tram ride away. I grab Bristol by the shoulders and spin her to face me. “If I told you we could win in one stop, would you believe me?”
