Page 48 of When the Fake Snow Falls

I snap my fingers in front of his face. “Hey. Accountant in Apopka. Stay with me.”

He blinks. “Right. What were we talking about?”

“How about we talk about you helping me find a dress? We’re officially one week out from this party.”

Miles taps his fingers on his bearded chin. “Sunday?” Looking at me, he adds, “I mean, you’re working tomorrow anyway, and I’ll be doing dirty things to an Apopka accountant.”

“As you should. Sunday is great.”

My phone vibrates next to me, and I hope it’s not my mother with more life planning advice.

Chase:

I have never been so happy to see my couch. What are you doing?

I snap a quick picture of our movie night. There’s still a half-eaten pizza sitting in the box on our coffee table from earlier.

Chase:

You and pizza? I hope Miles knows how good he has it.

Even with the pineapple.

I bite back my smile, and Miles says, “You’re so in love it’s disgusting.”

I grab the pillow next to me and toss it at him before typing my next response.

Candace:

Rough day?

Chase:

Somewhat. My boss only cares about planning this stupid party, so everything else is left for me. I had to personally reach out to four clients she’s supposed to oversee because they haven’t heard from her in weeks.

I can’t stand this woman. Chase already said his job was stressful without the added chaos of his boss wanting to become an event coordinator.

Candace:

This woman is quickly becoming one of my least favorite people.

Chase:

She’s not all bad.

But this time of year undoubtedly brings out the worst in her.

“Ask him if you can take him for a ride,” Miles says flatly in the background.

My head snaps up. He’s being ridiculous.

“Just to get a feel,” he adds casually. “You know, before the party.”

Ignoring him, I turn back to my phone.

Candace:

Of course. I’m sure she’s lovely in the summer months.

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