Page 47 of Accidentally Amy

I stopped onSportsCenterand said, “I found Goodyear under my tire in the parking garage, and I found Hole in a hole behind my parents’ house.”

“Your lack of naming convention inspiration is truly remarkable.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a compliment.”

“Sure it was.”

“I amdyingto see what your little guys look like,” she said, sounding excited. “Sign me up for the cat sitting, bro—I’m a thousand percent in.”

“I can barely move at the moment because they’re all over me.”

“What color are they? Are they fluffy?”

“You reallyarea cat lady, aren’t you?” I looked at the boys and said, “Want to flip to FaceTime so you can see them?”

Izzy

Yes.

No.

I don’t know!

I was dying to see his cats, but could I just FaceTime without preparation? I stalled with, “Can you do that, mid-call?”

“Sure,” he said. “You just hit the button.”

I did a quick self-appraisal—sloppy bun, glasses,YOUR MOMT-shirt. I was a mess, but since he’d admitted to feelingnothing for me except friendship and a random spark, what did it matter?

“Show me the cats, then,” I said, feeling nervous as I waited for the switch. Apple did its magic, Blake accepted the FaceTime, and then—

Oh, dear God.

There was Blake, only he lookednothinglike VP Blake. His dark hair was messy, like he’d changed shirts and hadn’t cared to fix it afterward. He was sitting on a beige couch, wearing a faded red KC T-shirt that read0:13in yellow numerals. The cotton tee looked soft and worn, and it showcased that beautiful pec-cleavage-ridge thing that put the Chest in his Mister.

But worse than all of that gorgeousness? There were two cats curled up against his abs, one gray and one black, and his big hand was wrapped underneath them, holding them in place.

Was it hot in here? It felt hot to me all of a sudden.

“Nice shirt,” he said, smirking as his dark eyes crinkled at the corners. “Where’s the Darkling?”

I raised the phone so he could see the cat sitting on the back of my neck. That made his lips slide into a full-on grin. I said, “So tell me which one is which.”

“This little pain in the ass is Hole,” he said, gently lifting the gray cat’s chin to the phone. “He’s a hair ball nightmare and likes to sit on my ear when I’m sleeping, so I really should’ve dumped him back in the hole a long time ago.”

I only half heard his words because I was obsessed with his face. The way big, powerful Blake looked at his feline friend as he talked shit about him made me a little weak in the knees.

“And this is Goodyear.” Blake raised the fluffy black face tothe phone and said, “I’m fairly certain the universe dropped him under my tire as some sort of punishment for my sins.”

“Or as a reward for the one good thing you’ve done in your life,” I said.

“Not possible. And there’s more than one,” he said.

“Doubtful.”

“So,” he said, resettling the cats against his midsection. “Are you watchingLittle House?”

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