Page 187 of Curvy Girl Summer
He was quiet for a second. “So yeah, thanks to some strings my family pulled, we have a reservation at seven o’clock at Cloverleaf.”
I burst out laughing. “So, I see you took her advice about the five-star restaurant.”
He let out a light chuckle. “Well, she was right one time before. It couldn’t hurt to see if she was right about this, too. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Butterflies rippled through my belly, and I bit my lip. “Famous last words.”
“How was your visit with your family?”
“It was nice. Mostly watched football. But my uncle gave me a pretty cool gift.”
“What did he give you?”
I glanced over at the ownership paperwork, manual, and keys. “A yacht.”
