Page 2 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

Despite that, he still has the best receiving stats and is on his way to breaking some more records—if he gets his stuff together.

“Calling it in early today?” Maggie, the assistant librarian, asks kindly.

“I’m not sure yet,” I lift my head and meet her gaze. “I may stay a little bit longer and see if anything comes through for me to work on.”

Maggie’s eyebrows quirk and the corner of her mouth lifts. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I swallow and clear my throat looking at the table. “I never know if my boss will send something else over.”

Maggie smirks at me and tilts her head slightly. Her eyes have a mischievous twinkle.

“I’m thinking it might be time for a coffee break though. Nothing like caffeine and some fresh air.” I flash what I hope is a carefree grin.

“Very true,” Maggie nods before pushing her cart toward the bookshelves.

I’m almost positive that Mrs. Baker and Maggie don’t know that I’m Amelia Adams, but every once in a while I can’t help but wonder.

Maggie looks over her shoulder and winks at me. Like right now.

“Nah.” I shake my head and wave my hand. If they knew the whole town would know. It would’ve been announced inTeaTime–Pleasant Hollow’s very own gossip column–and it hasn’t made it there yet.

I shake the thought away and bring my attention back to my phone and The Blitz Brigade.

Still no message from Chase.

NotJOsSis:Hey PullTheLine…cat got your tongue? I didn’t think me commenting on the Jags offensive line would have been so controversial.

I hit send and immediately slip my phone in my purse. My stomach feels like a rock is sitting in it and I can feel my palms getting clammy. I blow out a breath and finish packing everything up.

“See you soon!” I wave to Maggie and Mrs. Baker.

I step out the door and let the perfect autumn day envelop me. The crisp air, blue sky, and trees with leaves sporting golden, amber, and lemon yellow tickle me, and I can’t help but smile. I love this time of year.

A niggling of disappointment lingers at the lack of response from Chase but I do my best to shake it off.

“Come on Susie. You don’t even really know if Chase is his real name.” I mumble as I walk down Main Street on my way to Thanks-A-Latte.

This is typical “me” behavior: I meet a guy, put all of these hopes and wants on the ‘relationship,’ and end up disappointed.

Is it any wonder that I write romance novels? My life is a comedic romantic tragedy in which I am constantly looking for my happily ever after. If I can’t get one in real life, the next best thing is writing about it.

My body gets heavy as I pull the door open to Thanks-A-Latte. Even the usual smell of roasted coffee beans doesn’t seem to lift my mood.

“Hey Rachel,” I do my best to force a smile.

“Your usual afternoon drink?” Rachel teases, and I nod my head.

Trouble with small towns is that everyone knows everything about you. It doesn’t help that I pretty much live here or at the library when I’m writing a novel.

“Rough day?” She asks as I scan my card.

“Maybe just a little,” I roll my neck. “I’m hoping that this picks me up a bit.”

“I hope it works its usual magic on you.” I watch as Rachel turns to get my drink ready. It’s a decaf Pumpkin Spice Latte, of course. What else would one get this time of year?

“Here you go.” Rachel places the latte in front of me and the heavenly scent makes my mouth water.

“Thank you.” My brow relaxes and a genuine smile crosses my lips. “Have a great day!”

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