Page 50 of Guys Can't Write Romance
Chloe nodded, her expression gleefully wicked. “Yup. Like a baby. It was kind of hilarious.”
“I was not crying,” Chad insisted.
“Were too,” Chloe said. “Daze and I are witnesses.”
“Yup,” Daisy said with a big nod. “As soon as the three-legged puppy found his new family, Chad lost it.”
“I had something in my eye,” Chad said.
“Yeah. Tears,” Troy said. “I thought we raised you better.”
“Hand it over, McKenzie,” Brett said, reaching his hand across the table.
“Hand what over?” Chad said.
“Your ‘man card’. It’s been revoked.”
“Bite me.”
“Those are the rules,” said someone at a nearby table.
Chad looked over and saw the eavesdropping guys at several nearby tables, all nodding in agreement.
“Crying during a Hallmark movie is grounds for automatic revocation,” said someone else.
“Aren’t you guys missing the game?” Chad said to the other tables.
“This is way funnier,” said one of the boys.
“And tragic,” said another boy, shaking his head in disappointment.
Chad spun back to his beer and took a big gulp, his ears now flaming red beneath his baseball cap.
“Hey crybaby,” Chloe called from across the table. Chad looked over. “Beat this, and you can have your man card back.” She then let out a loud, prolonged burp that seemed impossibly extended for someone of her size.
Cheers and clapping arose from the neighboring tables. “Yeah. Beat that.”
Unfortunately for Daisy, she had just taken a big gulp of beer. She choked, covering her mouth to hold back a laugh, and the beer exploded from her nose across the table.
A chorus of ‘woahs’ arose from the surrounding tables, followed by cheers, laughter, and clapping as if she’d just performed an Olympic-level feat.
“How’d you do that?” came one voice from the crowd now gathering around their table.
“Do it again!” came another.
“Keep making her laugh!” came yet another.
Chad leaned down to look at Daisy, who had buried her beet-red face completely in her beer glass on the table. “If I tickle you, will that happen again?” he said.
She punched his arm, harder than she might have before three beers, but not hard enough to actually hurt him.
But she was smiling. And laughing into her beer.
“Girl, that beer fountain thing was epic,” Chloe said as their Uber merged into traffic on the ride home from the bar. “You should add that to your LinkedIn skills.”
Daisy groaned. “Shush. I’m trying to forget it.”
“Why? It was funny. The whole bar was cheering for you by the third time it happened.”
