“J. Penn Spalding.”
“What does the J stand for?” I squinted against the sun, not yet taking his hand.
He dug his toes into the sand. “By random chance, you lit on the one question I don’t want to answer.”
“Because, if I tell you, I’ll kill any chance I have with you.”
“How do you know you have a chance after smacking me with the volley ball, Mr. Spalding?”
“Cause you’re still talking to me.”
I tilted my head to the left, giving him a good, lingering once over. If he can look, I can look. “Benni Carstairs,” I replied, taking his hand.
“What’s Benni short for?”
“What’s the J stand for?”
“I’ll tell you over dinner.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes