“So, I was thinking about something,” Lauren said, over lunch Tuesday.
Ainslon had just bitten into her sandwich, so she chewed slowly, then wiped her mouth. “Oh, about what?”
“Us.”
“Go on.”
“Besides the axe throwing and water balloon fight in the park, we haven’t really done anything besides dinner, movies, and hanging out. How about we each plan a date? What each of us would consider a perfect date.”
“That sounds wonderful. Though, I’m not sure you’ll be able to survive my perfect date.”
Lauren smirked. “I’m tougher than I look.”
“Maybe.” Ainslon leaned across the table and kissed her on the lips. “Saturday, me and you. I’m going to blow you away.”
“We’ll see. We’ll see.”
“I’m telling you; this woman knows how to plan dates.”
“I’ve been known to plan the perfect date as well. A
