The Introvert's Guide to Speed Dating by Hart Emma

Author:Hart, Emma [Hart, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Adult
ISBN: 9781913405120
Amazon: B08KQJN5TL
Goodreads: 56006514
Publisher: Emma Hart
Published: 2021-07-06T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN – LONDON

RULE TEN: IF YOU THINK IT’S TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE…

KISS IT. THE FROG COULD BE A PRINCE, AFTER ALL.

“Momma! You’re so bad at this!”

I laughed and buried my face in my hands. “I’m not a soccer player, Leo!”

“And thank God for that,” Ollie retorted, looking me up and down. “Did you even kick the ball this time?”

“Look here, mister!” I jabbed my finger in his arm. “I touched it with the side of my foot.”

“It moved,” Leo confirmed.

“Hmm.” Ollie looked between us skeptically. “I’m not sure your mum’s cut out for this, Leo.”

Leo shook his head. “She’s bad.”

“Great. In that case, does anyone mind if I go inside and start getting the pizza bases rolled out?” I held out my hands. “Because I’m going to put my back out if I keep trying this.”

“I’m hungry,” Leo said to me. “Are we doing the cheese and stuff?”

I nodded. “I’ll call you in when they’re done.”

“Do you need any help?” Ollie asked. “We’re done here. He can run drills by himself.”

“Thank you, but it’s fine. I’ve done this a thousand times.”

“I haven’t. Leo, are you good here? Keep practicing those runs with the cones, okay?”

“I got it!” Leo threw the soccer ball and caught it again. “You bought pepperoni, Momma, right?”

“Like I’d forget.” I winked at him then turned to Ollie. “Come on, then. If you insist. You know the dough is made, right?”

“Yeah, but I’ve never done that whole hand thing where they spin it.” He waved in hands in what I thought was supposed to be a pizza base tossing motion but just looked like he was conjuring some kind of demon. “Do you do that?”

“Yes. I’ll teach you.” I nodded for him to follow me into the kitchen. I’d set everything up on the kitchen table because it gave me more room to roll than the counter did. “Can you get the mixing bowl out of the fridge, please? It’s got the dough in.”

Ollie did as I asked as I spread flour over the table. He set the bowl down on the table and I took the dough out, splitting it into three, and took the first, smaller lump for Leo.

“You’re doing yours,” I warned him. “So watch me do Leo’s.”

“That looks smaller than the other dough balls.”

“It is.” I grinned, coating the ball with flour before I grabbed my rolling pin and started rolling it out. I talked Ollie through the whole process, showing him every bit of it, then set Leo’s base on one of the pizza trays.

“How do you know how to do this?” Ollie asked, taking one of the dough balls.

“My roommate in college was half-Italian,” I answered. “Leo! Come and wash your hands and do your pizza!” I called, then turned back to Ollie. “Sorry. Her mom grew up in Italy before she moved here, so she knew how to do it. We moved off-campus in our third year into a small apartment and she taught me then.”

“All right. So I roll it now?”

“Yes, until it’s about twelve inches in diameter.

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