Page 91 of Accidentally Amy

“Okay,” she said, grinning. “Goodbye, Jason.”

My knees were a little wobbly when we stepped off the ride, and it felt like I was waking up after sleeping, to be honest. The late-day sun, the people, the noise—it’d all disappeared for a bit, it seemed.

But the one thing that hadn’t disappeared washer.I refused to overthink what she’d done and what had just happened, because that would force me to recognize the patheticness of all she’d had to witness, but the fact of the matter was that she’d rescued me.

Izzy had seen me at my most vulnerable, and she’d rescued me in the very best way.

“Hey.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the zoo sidewalk and into the trees. I didn’t stop until her back was against a tree and her face was in my hands. I let my eyes drink in every detail of her face—those eyes, those freckles, that mouth—before saying, “Thank you.”

She blinked, long lashes like butterfly wings, and her lips turned up. “You’re welcome.”

“Will you be embarrassed if I kiss the living shit out of you at the zoo?”

Her eyes squinted as she grinned and shook her head. “Bring it on,Blakey.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Izzy

“Seriously? You really think Patrick Mahomes is the guy?”

“He had four hundred twenty-five passing yards last week,” Blake said, cracking open a peanut shell. “It’s a no-brainer.”

“Last week is last week, this week is this week,” I countered, tugging on the bottom of the Beastie Boys T-shirt I’d stolen from Blake’s closet that morning and had been wearing since we got home from the zoo. It was getting chilly and I was going to need to put on pants soon, but the game had just started and I was too comfy to go all the way into the bedroom.

“Wow.” Blake gave me a look and tossed a shell in my direction. “Soprofound.”

“Profundity is my forte.”

“Profundityisn’t even a word.”

“Googling, dipshit.” I laughed and opened Google. We were each sitting on opposite ends of my couch—because I’d forced him to scoot over as punishment for calling my fantasy footballteam “abysmal”—but then the Darkling had ruined everything by settling on Blake’s lap so he couldn’t come back to me.

I loved what an unwilling cat lover he was.

“Boom—profundity,” I said, reading the definition aloud, but he just shook his head and tossed more peanuts in my direction.

After the zoo, he’d brought me home so I could feed the cat and, well, go home. But instead of saying goodbye, I’d invited him in to watch football, which we’d been doing ever since.

It felt like we were both trying to stretch out the last waning hours of our weekend together.

It’d been so perfect it was terrifying.

“I need a soda,” I said, getting up. “Want something?”

His dark eyes were all over me, a smile on his lips, and I muttered, “Pervert,” before rolling my eyes and going into the kitchen. Blake walked in when I was closing the refrigerator, and the sight of his socks on my tacky linoleum floor made me happy.

Incandescently happy.

So weird, right? But VP Blake in his stocking feet was a glorious sight to behold.

Because I felt like I’d gotten to know an entirely different person over the weekend, a person I was even more interested in than VP BlakeandMr. Chest. For example, as odd as it sounded, seeing him get totally tripped up by his fear of heights made me feel insanely close to him.

Like I reallyknewhim.

“You want a Dr Pepper?” I asked.

“Actually, I should probably take off. Tomorrow is going tobe a stressful day at work, so I should be a good boy and get a decent night’s sleep. You know, since some little shit kept me up all night.”

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