The Dating Dare. Barbara Dunlop

pulled our bikes onto a grassy patch and took the empty bench.

      “I think we’re coming at this all wrong,” James said.

      “Coming at what?” My first thought was the bike ride. Did he not like the lakeshore path?

      “It really is a numbers game.”

      “Riding?”

      “No, meeting the opposite sex. You need to meet a lot of eligible people to up your odds.”

      “Sure.”

      Who would argue with that? Not me. I might not be a science nerd, but I understood the law of large numbers.

      “And we need to bring them to us.”

      “The eligible people?” I wasn’t exactly seeing what he meant. Were we going back to the crowded beach?

      “Think about Callie.”

      My face pinched up. “What about her? And are you sure it’s not Kaylee?”

      “We can call her whatever you want.”

      “I always thought she looked like a Candi.”

      “Candi.” He paused in thought. “She does sort of look like a Candi.”

      “Don’t drool,” I said.

      “I didn’t mean it like that.”

      “Yes, you did.”

      James grinned unrepentantly. “Okay, we both agree most men would point at her from across the room.”

      “We do.”

      He was right. Candi was gorgeous and glamorous and eminently desirable.

      “And we agree that most women would point at the Kendrick twins from across the room.”

      I was surprised he brought them up. “Yes.”

      Separate or together Colton and Max Kendrick were definitely pointworthy.

      “Let’s do that,” James said.

      I was really puzzled now. “Point at people from across the room?”

      “No.” James shook his head. “Get people to point at us.”