Page 76 of Just Another Silly Love Song

“Nothing!”

I didn’t know what they were talking about until I thought about the conversation Ben and I had from the inside of the booth before we came out.

Watch your hand there.

And you keep that thing out of my face.

Keep your face off my thing.

It’s not my fault you’re so big.

Can’t you be more bendy?

Your hair is in my mouth.

I laughed and elbowed Ben. “Give it up. They caught us red-handed.” I grabbed my beer from the table and gestured to the photo booth. “Next!”

Debbie raised her hand. “That would be me!”

Ben grabbed the strip of three photos that dropped into the tray on the side of the machine and laughed hysterically. “I can’t believe you. That look on your face with the stethoscope is to suggest that I don’t have a heart?”

“What do you think, Tin Man?” I laughed again. “Okay, maybe you have a heart. I was just being silly, remember?” I leaned closer, trying to get a better look. “Let me see them.”

Ben shook his head. “Probably not a good idea.”

“Hand them over.”

Ben was still laughing as he handed me the strip of photos. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He grabbed his beer and took a swig.

I glanced at the three pictures. “No! You are the worst picture taker ever! What is this?” I laughed and shook my head, pointing to the second picture. “Were you sniffing my hair?”

Ben held his palms up. “I told you—you smell nice! It’s your fault.”

“Sure, blame it on me. And what about this picture? What’s the deal with your mouth shaped like an O? Oh, I remember, that’s when you said bamboo instead of cheese. You’re a little bit of a weirdo, aren’t you?”

I clinked her beer bottle. “Finally, someone gives me credit for that. Okay, no more photos. Do you want to go find more appetizers?”

“I would love to.”

Kyle approached us. “We have a professional photographer roaming around on the ship to document our anniversary. Make sure you both see her before you go. We can use the opportunity to have some promo shots taken of the two of you for the website.” He cleared his throat. “Appropriate ones.”

Ben groaned. “Oh, joy. More photos.”

“And make sure you find Fred Anhorn. He wanted to talk to you privately about something.”

“You got it.”

After Kyle walked away, I turned to Ben. “Who’s Fred Anhorn?”

“He’s the king of mattresses. One of our biggest advertisers.”

I nodded.

“We should talk about tomorrow. I thought it would be the perfect day to introduce your grandma to my grandpa.”

“You still want to do that?”

Ben shrugged. “Why not? Your grandma needs someone with energy and my grandpa’s got it. He’s looking for someone who’s not a fuddy-duddy and your grandma’s got sass for days, as you told me. Sounds like a match made in heaven.”