“We’re going to the beach?”
“We are, but I’m not telling you which one.”
I smiled. “Can I guess?”
“No.”
“Sisters Rock?”
“No.”
I frowned. “Really?”
“Are you hungry?”
“No.” I cocked my head. “Depot Bay?”
“No,” he said. “You sure you’re not hungry?”
“Harris?”
“No.”
“Mars?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “We’re going to Mars.”
“I knew it.” I huffed. “I hate it there. The food’s great, but there’s no atmosphere.”
“Don’t try to dad joke your way into me telling you.”
“Rude.”
“Baby, we’re gonna be there in a little over an hour, so do you want to stop to eat or wait?”
I bit my lip. “Cannon Beach?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “Hug Point to be exact.”
“HugPoint?” I let out a quiet squeak. “Oh mygod, you’re so ’mantic.”
Rooster laughed. “Does that suddenly surprise you?”
“No, I think I just forgot.”
“Don’t go there, KitKat.”
“I’m not,” I rushed to say, turning to face him. “Promise.”
“Okay, baby.” He kissed my hand again. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes, I did.”
“My beautiful wife,” he started. “You did not. You hedged. And if you’re being honest, maybe even lied a little. You are always hungry, and you admitted to me you had one piece of toast this morning, and that’s it. Do you want to stop for lunch on the way down, or not?”
As if to betray me, my stomach growled, loudly and Rooster laughed.
“Fine,” I bit out. “Just a drive through or something, though, okay? I want to get there sooner than later.”
