Page 78 of What Should Have Been Ours

Kinsley snorts. “Geez, could you two be any lamer?”

“Shh,” Wes waves her off. “Game faces, people.”

I sit up straighter, focusing as the host reads the question.

“What was the first toy to ever be advertised on television?”

Wes and I exchange a quick glance.

“Um,” Wes mutters. “I don’t know, a Barbie?”

I shake my head. “Nope. It was definitely Mr. Potato Head.”

Gabrielle snickers. “You sound very confident about that.”

“I am. It’s a weird fact that’s been taking up valuable space in my brain since I was like, eight.”

Kinsley raises a brow. “That’s a pretty weird and oddly specific fact to hold onto.”

“Trust me,” I say, leaning forward. “Lock it in.”

Wes groans, but relents. “Fine. Final answer—Mr. Potato Head.”

The host glances at his card, then nods. “Correct!”

I throw my hands up in victory. “Hell yeah!”

Wes slams his fist on the table. “That’s right! Suck it!”

“Very mature,” Gabrielle laughs out.

“Thank you,” I say, grinning. “We try our best.”

As the next team gets their question, I lean back, wrapping an arm around Gabrielle’s chair. She looks up at me, her eyes still full of that heated look from earlier.

“We’re still sneaking out of here early, right?” I murmur low enough for only her to hear.

She smirks, lifting her drink to her lips. “Oh, babe. That depends on whether you keep winning or not…I don’t take home losers.”

“Well then, guess I gotta put my A game on.”

* * *

Trivia night is over, and we won—obviously. But instead of heading straight out of this place to go home, Gabrielle grabs my hand, tugging me outside and toward the sidewalk.

“Come on,” she says, grinning up at me. “Let’s take a walk.”

I raise a brow, glancing back at Wes and Kinsley, who are still inside, locked in some heated debate.

Those two are actually weirdly made for each other.

“You sure you wanna ditch the chaos?” I ask, smirking.

She shrugs, lacing her fingers through mine. “I kinda like the chaos. But I’d rather have you to myself for a little while.”

I nod and follow her, because I’d follow her anywhere.

The city is alive around us. The streets are still buzzing with people, and the air is getting cooler, making her shiver slightly in the dress she’s wearing.