Page 82 of Fooling the Forward

“We should get back to the house so we can eat too.”

I know he’s right. With all the excitement, I’ve lost track of time.

I rise to my feet and brush the bits of straw from my jeans. “Give me one minute,” I say, pulling my phone from my back pocket. I tap some keys, bring up the search bar, and ask which boy’s name means blond. When I read the answer, I smile. Bending over, I whisper in my mini’s ear. When I straighten back up, I nod at Ryder. “I’m ready.”

He nods toward my new obsession. “What was that all about?”

“I had to tell him his name.”

“Which is?”

“Boyd.”

Ryder smiles. “Boyd Goode.”

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