Page 60 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“The part where your matchmaking muse ghost introduces your male lead to her sister?”
“Not yet. I skipped ahead to the ending, where he’s finished his romance book with the ghost’s help, and now she has to leave.”
Daisy paused in the middle of closing her notebook and looked at him, already imagining the possibilities for how the scene could play out. “Is it sad?”
“It’s more bittersweet. I’d put it on a three-legged puppy level.”
Something soft tugged at her heart. “Am I gonna cry?”
“Hopefully,” he said, a mischievous grin gleaming in his eyes. “Isn’t that the point?”
She watched him as he stood and stretched. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m actually excited to read it.”
“I’m excited for you to read it, too,” he said as he walked her to the door. “These emotional beats are pretty fun to write.”
“As opposed to slime monsters melting people’s faces?”
He let out a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure you and Hallmark have ruined teen sexploitation horror for me.”
“The world owes me a debt of gratitude.”
He chuckled. “Tell them to pay up.”
“So what changed?”
He thought about it for a moment. “I think I fell in love with my characters. That’s never happened before. And now, they’re practically writing the story themselves.”
She looked at him as they stopped in the doorway, a sparkle in her eyes she no longer fought to hide. “We should do another Hallmark movie night sometime.”
“For research?”
She shyly looked down, then back at him. “Or just for fun.”
He smiled, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, and neither of them looking away. “I’d be down for that. We still on for baseball practice tomorrow?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Meet me after school?”
He nodded. “I’ll be the guy in the coach’s uniform.”
She stepped out the door, oddly reluctant to leave. “Goodnight, Chad.”
“Night, Daisy.”
Chapter fourteen
Bases, Boys, and Big Questions
“Are you sure he’s coming?” Ava said, checking her watch for the fifth time in five minutes. School was out for the day, and she, Daisy, and Chloe were waiting in Daisy’s classroom for Chad to arrive for Daisy’s next lesson in ‘Baseball for Newbies.’ Today’s lesson would have her attend practice while he coached his team.
Ava had insisted on being there to finally meet this juvenile delinquent who had become such a distraction for Daisy; and Chloe, of course, came to watch the sparks fly.
“It’s not even three yet,” Chloe said from her desk in the front row, where she was idly flipping through a picture book about dinosaurs. “But if you need to leave to go sue someone whose dog peed on their neighbor’s yard, we won’t mind.”
“Not a chance,” Ava said. She turned to Daisy, who was gathering her things and sliding them into her tote bag. “I still fail to see why you don’t just ask Ethan about baseball.”
“Because Ethan thinks baseball is,” Chloe said, then put on a stuffy British accent, “‘frightfully pedestrian, darling.’”
“Ethan doesn’t sound like that,” Ava said.
