Chapter 4

Seriously? That’s it? That’s all the reaction I’m going to get? That’s what’s running through my mind, but I say nothing.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” she says, “but if you’d feel less self-conscious by leaving your shirt on, that’s fine. As long as your pants land on my floor and stay there.”

I burst out with a wholly unattractive snort of a laugh. “Where’ve you been all my life?”

“In your Aunt Clara’s restaurant, working up my courage while getting fat on her seafood chowder.”

“Aunt Sarah,” I say, smiling. “And I seriously doubt that.”

“What?”

“You needing to work up any courage.”

“I told you, I’m trying to be more spontaneous.”

I nod vigorously. “Let’s finish up this ice cream and go be spontaneous together.”

“Sweet,” she says, tightening her hold on my hand, “but I really do need to sneak Cap’n Dave’s car back before he realizes it’s gone.”

I slowly shake my head and grin. She’s a mad woman.

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