Page 82 of Against the Boards
Emma scoffed. “Obviously. Have you seen gas prices?”
Tyler kissed her, his lips soft against hers. “Well, if it’s to save money.”
“And the environment.”
Tyler flinched as a crouton bounced off his forehead.
Emma whirled. “Sean Thompson, I swear—” Sean had already jumped out of his seat, running away from the table so she couldn’t hit him with anything bigger than a salad topping.
She folded her arms over her chest and glowered at him as he walked over to help their dad take the chicken off the grill.
Tyler looped his arm again over her shoulder, this time letting his hand droop a little lower over her chest. Emma burst out laughing as Sean’s face reddened.
“Does Wednesday work?” Tyler asked.
Emma turned to him, her face lighting up. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, not caring who on the team was watching. “Wednesday is perfect.”
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