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pulled to one side revealing her very lightly tanned neck.
    “You tell me, Maddie,” I reply. She leans against the wall, and I mimic her movement. “Will you come on another date, or do I have to stalk you some more?”
    She plays with a piece of her hair, sliding her fingers up and down it. It makes me wonder what else she could slide her fingers up and down.
    Not the fucking time, Braden. Make her fall in love, don't take her on the damn sidewalk.
    “Maybe,” she replies, bringing me back to the conversation. Except now my brain is focused on the way her lips move when she talks.
    “Maybe you'll go, or maybe I have to stalk you some more? I gotta say, Angel, I'm down for either.” I rake my eyes down her body, the tight tank top and cut-off shorts, and back up. “Stalking could definitely have its perks.”
    She gasps and slaps my arm. Ouch. That stings. “You're a pig.”
    “So I keep being told.” I sigh. “At least I'm an honest one.”
    “True.” She laughs. “I guess it depends what you have in mind for this second date.”
    “I guess you'll just have to wait and see.”
    “Because you have no idea?”
    Shit. She's too smart. “I just have a few things to finalize.”
    “Presumptuous,” she challenges.
    “I prefer to think of it as hopeful,” I counter, laughing. “What do you say, Maddie? Please?”
    She bites the corner of her thumb, and I shove my hands in my pockets.
    “Okay,” she agrees. “One more date.”
    “Really?”
    “Really, Braden.” She closes her eyes for a second and turns to the door. She punches the code in and opens it, looking at me over her shoulder through her lashes. “Mess this up, and there won't be another. I don't do games.”
    She steps through and the door swings shuts. I turn and walk down the sidewalk.
    Maddie does do games. The only difference is, she doesn't even realize she's playing it.
     
    ~
     
    I have no idea what to do for this 'date'. Honestly, trying to get an idea out of my no-dating brain is like getting water from a stone. It's fucking impossible. I'm considering the walk on the beach shit Ryan suggested, but I can't just leave it at that. Can I?
    Fuck this. When life gets hard, ask Google. Google knows everything.
    I pull my laptop from under the bed and start it up, my leg shaking. The hassle I'm going through just for sex should be illegal in every damn state. Do people do this in real life?
    This is crazy. I'm going crazy.
    I double-click the browser, and it opens onto Google homepage. Where to take a girl for your second date , I type. I hit enter and my cell rings. I trap it between my ear and shoulder as I trawl through the search results.
    “Yep?”
    “Have you spoken to her yet?” Meggy asks.
    “Yep. I waited outside her dorm block earlier.”
    “I'm sorry? You did what?” She laughs. “You actually waited outside for her?”
    “I wanted my answer. You know I'm impatient.” I click a link that looks promising.
    “Okay. And what did she say?”
    “She said yes. What, were you expecting her to say no?”
    “I was fifty-fifty.” I know she's smirking, and I'd love to wipe it off her cheeky little face.
    “She was always gonna say yes, Meggy. You know that.”
    “Whatever. What are you doing now? Do you have anything planned for your big date?”
    “I'm working on it,” I answer vaguely.
    “That's a no.” She sighs. “Do you have any idea what you're doing?”
    “If you'd be quiet for two minutes, I'd have ten.”
    “Are you doing what I think you're doing?”
    “It depends what you think I'm doing.”
    “Braden William Carter, are you on Google?”
    Shit. “Uh ...”
    She sighs heavily down the phone. “Go on. Hit me with what it says.”
    “Okay.” I scroll down. “Dinner out, dinner in, a movie, the opera - the fucking opera? No chance. Okay, umm, a picnic, rollerskating, coffee - tried and failed - bowling. Bowling? That could work.”
    “You could grab food at the alley,” Meggy suggests. “You'd have