“We don’t card people who look over thirty-five,” Tara deadpanned.

“Harsh.” Justine attempted to glare at her.

“Not at all since you look closer to eighteen.”

“Hey … that’s not much nicer. I’m a grown woman.” She turned in her seat and gazed at Alex. “I wish people could see that.”

Wait, Alex? Well, well, well. Wasn’t that an interesting development? “I was just teasing. You’re a beautiful woman with a stunning figure. No one could miss the fact that you’re all grown up.”

“Thanks.” She smiled, erasing the brief note of sullenness.

“Why don’t you try Good Beer?”

“All your beers are good.” Justine’s eyebrows burrowed in confusion.

“No, that’s the name of the beer.” Tara cracked up every time she told the story. “My dad rarely gets to name the brews since Jack, Alex, and I are always trying to one up each other. But our new summer pilsner turned out so good that we decided to have Dad do the honors. And Good Beer is the brilliant name he came up with.”

Justine laughed delightedly. “Your dad is so cute.”

“Cute? That’s one adjective I’ve never thought of in conjunction with my father. Goofy? Yes. Cute? No.” Tara wrinkled her nose. “But I’ll be sure to pass that on.”

“Well, where is my Good Beer, woman? Time’s a ticking. It’ll be my bedtime soon.”

Bedtime. Tara served up a tall cold one for her friend, her thoughts wandering to a certain someone waiting up for her. Her special someone.

“Don’t do it, Tara.” Justine’s voice broke through her lovely daydream.

Blinking rapidly, she brought herself back to the present. What was she talking about? Did she miss something? “Don’t do what?”

“You had the exact same expression that Disney princesses wear right before they belt out a song about their prince.”

Tara had so many thoughts about that statement that she blurted out the first thing that came to her. “What’s wrong with Disney princess songs?”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with the songs. I love a good Disney medley myself, but I was afraid you’d climb on top of the counter and start twirling around.”

“Oh, my goodness.” Tara snorted. “Can you imagine the whole pub jumping up and dancing at the chorus?”

“I totally can, and it’s scary how much I’d enjoy it.” Justine chortled, clapping her hands.

“Me, too. Why is this so freaking funny?” Tara wiped at her eyes.

“I think both of us have been working a bit too hard,” Justine gasped, holding her side.

The seriousness of the situation didn’t hit Tara until their friendly neighborhood baker left soon after finishing her Good Beer.

Seth Kim made her want to burst into Disney love songs. That was bad. Really bad.

Tara had never been to prom? Well, that changed everything.

Seth had spent days planning their third date. He wanted to pamper Tara and make her happy, because nothing made him happier. But his plans hadn’t felt quite right. A helicopter ride to San Francisco to watch a musical. It sounded like a night to remember … until he realized he’d unconsciously stolen the idea from Richard Gere’s character in Pretty Woman.