At the restaurant, Scott asked what they had on tap. Dos Equis and Tecate, the server said.
“Hmm,” said Scott, looking at me. “Which should I go for?”
I laughed, shrugged. I don’t know one beer from another. He ordered a Tecate. As the server walked away, I said, teasingly, “Emily of New Moon? Or Emily of Deep Valley?”
“Deep Valley,” he said, not missing a beat.
I blinked at him.
“That’s the right answer.”
“I know.” He grinned. “Sweetheart. I read your blog.”