Page 24 of Accidentally Amy

I just wanted to lean into the workaround for now, which meant the farther I stayed away from that VP, the better things would be with me and my texting buddy, Mr. Chest.

I knew we’d have to occasionally engage, but I didn’t want to do that anytime soon.

Blake

What a little prick.

I sat down behind my desk, irritated as hell by the way Ben had been looking at Izzy. She’d been focused on buying her energy drink, as she should, while that little prick had leered at her ass like it existed simply so he could stare at it.

What a prick.

I mean, was she ridiculously attractive and hard to look away from?Yes.Did the sound of her voice make you want to lean in and listen to everything she had to say?Absolutely.

But she wasn’t a piece of meat, for God’s sake.

And I was pretty sure he was married.

Not my problem, I told myself, opening the spreadsheet that needed my all-day attention. Work did its thing and sucked me in, and I managed not to think about her for the rest of the day.

But as soon as I got home, I found myself checking for messages from Scooter’s Amy.

And when I didn’t get any after thirty minutes, I sent one.

I just finished cleaning up cat vomit, in case you’re wondering how my night is going.

I felt restless after sending the text and sat down on the couch. I wasn’t sure if it had to do with seeing Izzy at work, not hearing from her since I’d gotten home, or the real-life reality that I’d just cleaned up four separate spots of disgusting cat vomit, but I felt like I needed todosomething.

My phone buzzed.

Amy:Take solace in the fact that I am wildly jealous that you’re in your warm abode right now, cleaning up yack. That sounds heavenly.

I texted,Where are you right now?

Amy:Let’s just say I’m taking a walk.

I glanced at the wall of windows on the other side of my living room.In the rain?? In the dark??

Amy:It wasn’t my number one choice, but I’ll be home soon and will probably drown to death in the hot shower that I will refuse to ever leave.

Thunder rumbled, and I watched lightning flash through the sky. What the hell? She couldn’t be serious, could she? I messaged:Are you serious right now?

Amy:My car died, but I’m almost home.

Shit. Not only was it pouring, but it was kind of a violent electrical storm.

I texted,Why didn’t you call someone? Or an Uber??

I tried wrapping my mind around the idea that she was walking in the loud storm at that very minute.

Amy:I called an Uber, but the first one cxld and the second one was going to take too long. I thought walking would be faster.

I stared at the phone in my hand, unable to even understand what she’d been thinking. I texted,How close are you?

Amy:I’ll be home in twenty.

Twenty minutes?I grabbed my keys off the coffee table and stood.

I texted,Drop me your location.

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