Page 51 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“Can you stop reminding me,” Daisy said, but she was fighting a smile. “It was Chad’s fault for making me laugh every time I took a drink.”
“Did you see the look on his face when it happened the second time? He was like a kid who just discovered a new superpower.”
Daisy groaned. “And you kept egging him on.”
“I was just giving him a little encouragement.”
“You guys suck.”
“And you are a legend with the guys at the tables around us.”
Daisy squinted. “Stop reminding me,” she groaned, rubbing her forehead. But the smile kept forcing its way through.
“Face it, girl. You had fun.”
“Did not.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“I’m not.”
“Try telling that to your face, ‘cause it didn’t get the memo.”
Daisy groaned. “Okay. Maybe I had a little fun.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Meaning what?”
Chloe’s voice softened. “Meaning, when was the last time you went out and had fun? Not planning-to-have-fun or scheduling-fun-for-next-Tuesday, but actually, right-now fun?”
Daisy opened her mouth, then closed it again.
“Yup. I thought so.”
“Is there a point to your annoyance?” Daisy said.
“Yeah. My point is, Chad’s good for you. Whether you want to admit it or not.”
“I choose not. Did you forget the part about Chad and me being mortal enemies?”
“The lines have blurred a lot lately.”
“Then I’ll spell it out. Chad McKenzie is a disaster in board shorts. He’s chaos incarnate. He has the maturity of a five-year-old. And he chews chicken wings with his mouth open.”
“And he makes you laugh so hard beer comes out your nose?”
“That was to torture me. So add sadist to his list of charms.”
“Or maybe… he was getting you to have fun.”
“Demons aren’t allowed to make people have fun. So it was definitely to torture me.”
“Is that why Boring Banker is such a barrel of laughs?”
Daisy groaned. “Ethan’s sense of humor is different. It’s more sophisticated and nuanced.”
“Meaning, it needs an instruction manual to understand it.”
