Page 80 of Fire Island
I roll my eyes at him and huff a laugh. “You want to date me? I think we’re past that, Cal.”
“I want to doeverythingwith you. But we’re doing this thing right.”
“I guess you’re going to need my number?” I ask, the coy sound of my voice taking me by surprise.
“Yeah, I should probably ask Irry for that.” He gives me his best shit-eating grin.
I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms. “If we’re going on a date, we’re doing it in style.”
“We are?” he says with a chuckle.
“Yep. I want to ride on the back of an Indian, arms wrapped around a gorgeous man.”
“Well, shit. Now I have to fix the bike and find some guy...”
I chuckle at him, and he sweeps me into his arms, his mouth dropping to mine in a searing kiss.
A girl could get used to this.
We make it inside, and the radio squeals before settling into a familiar voice. “Watchhouse to Fire Island Lighthouse. Do you read? Over.”
I wander to the radio and pluck up the hand piece. “Watchhouse, this is Fire Island Lighthouse. Over.”
“Hey, Miss Evie. Fancy hearing you on this old channel.”
Em’s amusement makes me smile. Like I haven’t done enough of that today. I drop my book onto the small table the radio sits on and sit on the seat.
“What’s up, Em? Over?”
It feels weird having to addoverto every single comment.
“Ah, you know, the usual. Iris wants you two here for the weekend. Over.”
I chuckle. “You use this channel to set up your social engagements often, Emmett Bradford?”
He laughs over the radio before adding, “Only for you and Cal.”
“We’ll be there. What’s the occasion?”
“Ah, nothing special. Some shopping and then a movie night, I think.”
I gasp. God... Yes, please! I could absolutely use a girls’ day out with Iris. “We’ll be there Friday, that soon enough?”
Cal smiles over the glass of ice water he’s holding.
“Perfect. See you then. Over.”
“See you then, Em. Over and out.”
Leaving the glass on the kitchen counter, Cal wanders toward me. “Movie night with Iris and Em?”
“Yep, if you want, we can call it a double date. Or our first date...”
“Em and Iris would have to be dating for that to work, Evie.”
“Yes, they would.” I peck a kiss to the cheek of his currently confused face.
Honestly. How he hasn’t picked up on that little detail already, I will never know.
