Island Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (The Kisses Series Book 9) by Krista Lakes

and offered up a smile. “I guess I’ll have to rent.”
    “I guess that will work,” he said, as he popped the trunk of his car and grabbed a fancy looking bag out of the back. “Are you ready to do some bowling then?”
    I sighed and glanced back at my car, kind of thinking I’d rather just leave. But then I remembered that I still needed something good to write about on my blog. This date had “nightmare” written all over it so I couldn’t just run away.
    “Yeah, let’s bowl,” I said, as I mustered up all of the excitement that I possibly could.
    Dave wrapped an arm over my shoulder and we walked into the bowling alley. I took the first chance I could to get away from him and walked up to the counter to rent my shoes.
    “I’ll go get a lane,” he said. “I’ll meet you over there. Get ready to have some fun!”
    It took absolutely everything in my power to keep my eyes from rolling. But I managed, then turned to the counter and rented my shoes. After slipping them on, I walked down toward lane ten, where Dave was standing and polishing his bowling ball like it was a precious historical artifact. I took notes in my mind. I wanted to remember all of this.
    Pure gold, I thought. I don’t know if it gets much better than this.
    By the time I approached him, he had put on some sort of wrist brace.
    “What’s that for?” I asked, nodding to his wrist.
    “I use this to keep from injuring my wrist,” he explained. “This isn't my lucky one since I'm not competing with you. I’m a professional bowler, you know? This baby is how I make my bread and butter.”
    He held his right arm up, with a proud expression on his face. You’d have thought that arm had cured cancer by the way he looked. It certainly hadn't said that on his profile.
    “Interesting,” I humored him. “A professional bowler, huh?”
    Well, now I know for a fact that I’m going to lose this game.
    “Yeah. It’s not all glory, though,” he explained, as he punched some things into the ancient bowling computer. The end of the lane lit up and the pins were revealed.
    “No?” I had always thought bowling was just a fun game. I never really considered it a professional sport with glory .
    “The touring around, the women, the fame, sometimes it’s just a lot to handle,” he continued, nonchalantly striking a heroic pose. “I'm rather important on the circuit. I'm kind of a big deal. I'm surprised you haven't heard of me.”
    I waited for the wink or nod to indicate it was a joke, but it never came. I snorted as I held back a laugh. He was serious. I couldn’t believe it. I didn't even own bowling shoes- how would I have ever heard of him?
    “Anyway, get yourself a ball and let’s get rolling,” he said. “Tell you what, if you beat me, then I’ll buy you dinner.”
    Thank God I’m going to lose this game, I thought. I do not want to go to dinner and listen to bowling hero stories.
    I grabbed a ball and walked back to the lane, setting my ball down in the holder.
    “You’re up,” Dave said, motioning to my resting ball.
    “You want me to go first?”
    “Ladies first.” He grinned widely. I grimaced as I saw that he had missed a spot brushing his teeth.
    With a sigh, I walked up and attempted a roll. The ball made it about three quarters of the way down the lane before sinking in the gutter. I turned around and walked back to my seat, ignoring Dave’s look of disappointment.
    “I'm not much of a bowler,” I admitted.
    “Your profile said that you like sports,” he replied, putting his hands on his hips.
    “I do like sports. Like football,” I explained.
    He frowned for a moment. “Then you probably should have checked that option instead of just sports. Sports means a lot of things.”
    It was one of the answers that I had changed from Rosie's answers about me. Had one little exaggeration changed my match that much? No way was the software that good.
    “It's not a problem, though,” he said, a knowing grin