Ethan's POV
"Three strikes and you're blocked." Lucy held up three fingers. "Use them wisely."
"That's harsh." But I quickly pulled out my phone before she changed her mind. "What counts as a strike?"
"Boring conversation. Bad jokes. Talking about gardens." She started typing her number into my phone. "Or worst of all - sending those horrible good morning texts with motivational quotes."
"Now that's just cruel. What if I find a really good quote?"
"Strike one." But she was smiling as she handed back my phone.
"Why only three strikes?" I pocketed my phone. "Let's make it a hundred. Or a thousand! Actually, make it a million - I'm a Williams now; we think big."
"Keep talking, and I'll block your number without using your first strike." She crossed her arms, moonlight catching the spar
