Page 109 of What If I See You
He chuckles as he pulls into a parking space. “You want to finish any of those questions, Naughty?”
“You took me to the beach this afternoon.”
He nods. “Yep.”
I gesture at the bookstore. “And now we’re…”
“Uh huh.” He smiles.
Holy shit.
He remembered?
His parents’ house.
“You remembered the dates? The ones I talked about at your parents’ house?”
“I remember just about everything you ever say, Layken.” He lifts his shoulder. “So yeah, when my wife tells my family about the two best dates I’ve ever taken her on, you better believe I’m going to come through and make good on those dates. You described them in such detail, it was pretty easy to plan. And besides, not everything about us has to be a lie.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay though?” My gaze falls to his abdomen where he’s still healing from his bruised ribs. “We’ve been out a while. If you’re sore it’s totally okay if we head home.”
He shakes his head. “Not a chance. I feel great.” He pulls a small purple sack out of his pocket and shakes it in front of me. “Plus, I came up with some doozies for our bookish scavenger hunt so if you’re game, I’m game.”
“Bring it on, husband. I’m totally in.”
“Alright then let’s go.”
Hand in hand we walk into the bookstore, the front tables teeming with the latest popular romance books that are talked about all over social media.
One day my book will be on these tables.
Griffin leads us toward the middle of the store and then pulls out the purple sack.
“You didn’t come in here yesterday and figure out where all these books are in the store so you can win, did you?”
He laughs. “Dammit. I wish I would’ve thought of that, but sadly, no. I did not. Plus, you haven’t let me out of your sight this entire week so if I had done that, you’d know about it.”
“True.” I nod. “Okay then.”
“I actually had the team write down the categories.” He bobs his head. “Well, the team plus the wags.”
“Oh, my God! I can only imagine what some of these are going to say.”
He chuckles. “I know, right? You ready for the first one?”
“Wait, rules. What are the rules.”
“Oh yeah. Umm, we get five minutes to find a book that matches whatever each slip of paper says. When you have your book, we’ll meet at a table at the cafe. Best one wins the round.”
“Okay, who’s going to be the judge?”
Griffin turns me and points toward the café. “See that little group of adults holding up books in front of their faces hiding from view?”
Oh, shit!
No, it is not.
I giggle knowing exactly who is seated around the table. “Yeah I see them.”
