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Dani
We were sitting in Max’s pickup truck parked beside Smuggler’s Cove Beach. The shoreline was deserted because everyone else had enough sense to avoid the waterfront when the frigid wind was whipping in from the ocean.
“A couple of light chuckles does not mean I enjoyed that silly movie,” I whined, trying to back out on my end of the deal.
“Light chuckles?” Max almost yelled with amusement lighting up his chiseled features. “You practically peed down your leg.”
“I did not,” I grouched, even though I was well aware that I had guffawed with laughter over Elle’s silly antics a couple of times. Although the movie was a bit cheesy, it had surprised me how much I’d honestly enjoyed watching it––enough that I’d forgotten to pretend not to like it. Of course, being snuggled up under a
