Page 30 of Accidentally Amy

I groaned.

“I’ve got this, no worries,” Blake said.

I just shook my head and sighed.Typical man, assuming he knows something about something he knows nothing about.

Kyle said, “Your challenge is as follows. The two of you must crab walkdownthe stairs, side by side, without falling. You must have hands and feet on the same steps at the same time. For example, four hands must be on the same stair at all times, as well as four feet on the same respective step. Also, you may not speak to each other during the challenge; nonverbal is the only acceptable form of communication.”

Blake asked, “Did you say crab walkdownthe—”

“Also,” Kyle continued, ignoring Blake, “you must sing ‘Someone like You’ by Adele throughout the entire challenge. Any questions?”

Blake looked speechless, which made me want to scream,I told you!

Blake asked, “What if I don’t know that song?”

“Only one team member has to sing. But how do you not know that song?”

Blake looked at me and asked, “Doyouknow it?”

“Of course I do. How do you not?”

Josh started singing the song at the top of his lungs, and everyone else who wasn’t Blake or me joined in. There were a total of ten people playing—I knew four of them—and they’d definitely all hit the booze harder than Blake or I.

“Can we have a one-minute conference before timer?” I asked.

“Forty-five seconds,” Kyle said.

“Can you show us the crab walk?” I knew what a crab walk was, but hopefully this was some sort of forward-facing derivative I was unfamiliar with.

Josh dropped to the floor, propped himself up on his arms, and started moving backward. He looked ridiculous, pale and shirtless and crab walking around the living room, and if I weren’t so tense at the idea of Blake’s consequences, I’d be cracking up.

“You’re going to die,” Ella said, shaking her head. She was Kyle’s girlfriend, and usually stayed home on game night. “There’s no way you can do it backward down the stairs.”

“Her legs are so much shorter than mine,” Blake said, as ifthat would matter to any of them. No one even responded, because the game was all about having to do the impossible.

“Okay,” Kyle said. “Ready for your forty-five?”

I said to Blake, “We have to talk fast, all strategy. Got it?”

He gave a nod, looking as serious as he had in the boardroom.

“Okay, we’re ready,” I said.

Josh set a timer on his phone, and Kyle said, “Forty-five-second strategy starts…now!”

“We go slow,” I said quietly to Blake. “I’ll nod every time we should move down a step.”

“I’llnod,” Blake corrected, and for some reason, I trusted that it was the right call. “And we rest our asses on each step—that’s the only way not to fall.”

I verified, “So hands down, ass rest, feet down, and so on?”

“Bingo.” Blake flexed his jaw before adding, “And total eye contact—only look at me—so we don’t get dizzy.”

Like looking at you doesn’t already make me feel a little dizzy.

“Okay,” I said. “And I’ll sing super slow to set the tempo.”

“If you start to fall,” Blake said, “forget about the game.”

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