Page 48 of Accidentally Amy

“You know it,” I said, surprised he remembered.

“Is that your plan for the rest of the night?” he asked. “Charles Ingalls and pizza?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll switch to binge-watching old seasons ofTop Chefsoon, but Charles is always with me in my heart.”

The cats jumped off his lap and ran out of my line of sight. He shook his head and said, “A bird just landed on the railing of my deck. Somehow Goodyear always knows something’s happening and blindly follows Hole.”

“Show me your deck,” I said, then laughed when he gave me an eyebrow raise.

I elaborated, “D-E-C-K, deck.”

“Ah,” he said, and then he stood and was moving. He was walking as he looked into the camera and said, “I’ll show you my big deck, and then we’re going to make a plan for your car.”

“Bossy,” I said, a little hypnotized by his FaceTime eye contact and his deep voice sayingmy big deck.

“Only to the stubborn,” he replied.

I heard him open the sliding door, and then he turned the camera around.

“Wow.” He obviously lived in the center of the city in somekind of high-rise, way outside of my price range. “I bet you could kill someone with an apple from that height.”

He turned his phone back around and gave me a you-are-ridiculous look as he walked back inside. “Now, about your car.”

“Okay, my car. I will take the title to the lot after work tomorrow and get it out of jail.”

“I can give you a ride, if you want.” He collapsed back onto the couch, and in a second, the cats were on top of him again. I couldn’t help but notice he didn’t even flinch it was so natural, and that was unfairly adorable. “And then we can have it towed to my garage.”

I still felt weird about that. “Um, okay, as long as you promise your cats will be the worst for me.”

“Oh, absolutely they will. They are the bane of my existence,” he said, sounding like he loathed them while they sleepily purred against his body.

Blake

“What the hell is that thing behind you?” I asked, knowing full well what it was.

She looked over her shoulder at the workout tower and said, “That? It’s a workoutthing.”

“Athing, huh?” It was almost midnight, and we’d been FaceTiming for hours. It hadn’t been intentional, but we’d started watching the same episode ofTop Chefsomewhere around nine and had essentially been binge-watching together ever since.

I said, “I bet you don’t even know how to use it.”

She scowled at me. “Yes, I do.”

“You have scrawny arms—can’t believe you. Sorry.”

She rolled her eyes at me through the camera, then stood.Like I knew she would.“Watch and learn, Mr. Chest.”

Things went blurry for a minute, and then I was staring at the machine, so she must’ve propped her phone against something. She came into view in that stupid T-shirt and black leggings, and I leaned back against the couch and enjoyed the entertainment.

“Now, don’t be jealous of my strength, Blakey,” she said, dancing around like a boxer getting ready for a fight. “This isn’t something everyone can do.”

“Right.”

It was weird, I thought as she acted like a dork in front of the camera with her messy hair and nerd glasses. Skye had been charming in a perfect sort of way (when she wasn’t lying to me). She was gorgeous and elegant. I’d been crazy about her, ready to marry her, but I’d never felt this…charmedby her.

It was probably just because I actually had fun with Izzy. I wasfriendswith her, whereas I hadn’t really been with Skye.

Talk about a marriage red flag.

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