Page 22 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

Do I think AdamDaniels is hot?Yes, big brother. I do. Ireally,really do.

Adam Daniels is more than hot. He’s the main male character poster child for romance authors like me. I don’t mean just his looks, though him being easy on the eyes is a plus. But for all the other things I’ve learned. He likes to read—possibly romance novels, and he’s someone I can talk to for hours.

The romantic in me can’t help but swoon—while the author in me can’t help but want him as my next book boyfriend.

I’m an Adam Daniels fangirl. What can I say?

I could’ve talked to him all night if Josh had not interrupted our conversation at Thanks-A-Latte.

Today is the first time we’ve done more than just a wave hello or goodbye since that conversation; I can only guess the reason is Josh.

I push the door open more forcefully than usual and hang my purse and jacket on the coat rack. I stomp into the kitchen, throw open the fridge and grab a cold water hoping to extinguish the warmth that’s making its way through my body.

Gulping almost the entire bottle, I wonder if I should take this restless energy and use it as inspiration to try and write a few chapters.

A buzz comes from my pocket, and I slide out my phone to see a notification from Chase.

A smile creeps across my face—the other half of my ‘perfect’ dream man. I slam my palm to my forehead and let out a groan.

“What is happening to me? First, I can’t find a man who captures my interest. Now I’ve found two that I can’t have.” I throw myself down on the couch, grab a pillow, and cover my face, letting out a scream. “Maybe I need to have my head examined.”

I blow out a big breath and open his message.

PullTheLine:Hey Amelia.

“Hey, Amelia?” My brows draw together, and I can’t help but wonder what that’s about. Our conversations are pretty informal, and this greeting immediately puts me on guard.

NotJOsSis:Hey, Chase. What’s up?

My mouth feels like I swallowed cotton, and my heart is pounding so fast that I can feel the beat throughout my body.

Why am I so nervous?

PullTheLine:I have to admit something…

I gulp the last of my water and take a deep breath. My heart now lodged in my throat.

PullTheLine:I’m surprised by you.

NotJOsSis:Surprised?

PullTheLine:At how quiet you’ve been.

PullTheLine:I was expecting you to be ribbing me about how the Mavericks’ offensive line played today.

PullTheLine:Being that I was tight-lipped on the subject.

I take a deep, calming breath, and my heart returns to its normal pace.

“What did you think he was going to tell you, Susie?” I shake my head and laugh at myself. “That he wants to meet you? Yeah, it’s official. I’m losing it.”

I run a hand through my hair, then start to respond and notice my hand shaking. Apparently, I haven’t fully recovered from where I thought Chase was taking this conversation.

NotJOsSis: Ahhhh. Yes. That.

NotJOsSis:I just got home from the game a little while ago and haven’t had time to settle in yet.

NotJOsSis:Thus, no ribbing.

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