Page 127 of Lucky Shot
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I want to do one on my own and then we can go.”
“All right.” His lips curve up and he stops, letting me skate forward without him. Our hands stretch out, holding on until the last moment.
Once I’ve made the slow circle without him, he’s waiting for me next to the gate.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says in a way that tells me maybe it’s okay but less than good. “My dad can’t find his blood pressure meds.”
“Oh. Sounds important.”
“I don’t know how he could have possibly lost them. They’ve been in the same spot for seven months.”
“I’m ready if you want to go save him.”
He nods with a sigh. “After I get him situated, then maybe we can take the boat out or grab dinner, whatever you want.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
I’m doing my makeup in the bathroom when there’s a knock on the front door.
“Come in!” I yell, assuming it’s Nick, but after a few seconds, there’s no movement.
I wait another moment, then hurry to the door only…no one is there. I step out and then look left and right.
“That’s odd,” I say to myself, turning in a circle. As I’m about to walk back inside, I spy the note taped to the door.
Meet me at the dock.
I glance down to the water, but there’s no sign of Nick. Rushing back inside, I finish my makeup and hair and take one last look at myself before heading out to meet him.
Nick stands at the end of the dock. The boat behind him is lit up with hundreds of twinkle lights that sparkle dimly in the sunset.
“Wow. This looks like a dream,” I say as I reach him.
“So do you.” His gaze roams over me from head to toe before he leans in to brush a kiss over my lips.
When he pulls back, I glance to the boat again. It’s the most romantic scene. “When did you find the time to do this?”
His brows tug together in the center. “I didn’t do this. I thought you did.”
“No. I was getting ready.” I wave a hand down the length of me. Picking a dress alone took most of the thirty minutes since we’ve been back from the rink.
We stare at each other a beat, then laugh. Nick glances at the house.
“Your dad,” I say, piecing it together. “Of course.”
“He just can’t help himself.” Nick chuckles softly, running a hand over his jaw. “Needed his meds. Jesus. I can’t believe I fell for it.”
“Wow. I’m not sure if I’m impressed by his setup skills or worried.” As in I won’t be here the next time he decides to send his son on a romantic sunset boat ride.
“Probably both, but tonight we can both just be glad.” He holds out his hand to me.
“It would be a pity to waste all his efforts,” I admit as I slip my fingers into his.
Nick steps onto the boat and helps me up.
“He really went all out.” I lift a bottle of chilled champagne from a bucket of ice. There are blankets and trays of covered food. “I might have picked the wrong Galaxy.”
