This is a terrible segue: Hey, it’s summer! You know what takes place in the summer? Summer Romance by F.N. Manning.
Neil and Carter work at the grocery store and sparks fly over the avocados. Or something like that. Here’s an excerpt:
“Why do people think you’re cool? You have a cat named Princess.” I wiped tears of laughter away from my eyes. The soccer star, the guy the ladies loved, the confident guy who strolled through the halls of high school? That guy had a cat named Princess.
“Says Corny the Klutz,” he responded, but the words didn’t hurt as he gave me a mock scowl and a good-natured shove.
However, he became nervous after he said the words, obviously afraid he went too far. Normally, I hated even the reminder of that nickname. It didn’t hurt as bad now. Hearing it from my cute friend’s lips soothed away any sting.
I let him stew about his faux paus for a moment until I smiled slyly. “I still think yours is worse, Princess.”
His expression was priceless. “Princess isn’t my name, it’s the cat’s!”