She thought for, like, a second. "Probably. If you really, really cared. But then I would just go after Johnny. I'm here to have fun, Belly."
I sighed. At least she was honest. I wanted to say, I thought you were here to have fun with me. But I didn't.
"Go after him," I told her. "I don't care."
Taylor wiggled her eyebrows at me, her old trademark move. "Yay! It is so on."
"Wait." I grabbed her wrist. "Promise me you'll be nice to him."
"Of course I'll be nice. I'm always nice." She patted me on the shoulder. "You're such a worrier, Belly. I told you, I just want to have fun."
That's when my mother and the boys came out, and for the first time there was no fight over shotgun. Richard gave it over to Owen easily.
When we got to the boardwalk, Owen headed straight for the arcade and s
