Page 7 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

“You have no idea,” I shake my head and force a smile.

“I’ll get those for you right away, and I’ll make a cup of whipped cream with a spoon,” Rachel winks at me as she heads to the espresso machine to start our drinks.

“Thank you,” I clap my hands together, feeling excitement course through me. I love whipped cream. Like a lot. No, seriously, dangerously so. But one cup won’t hurt me.

“Okay. Let’s talk about your…” Brie leans into me and whispers. “Writer's block.”

At her words, I feel my mouth go dry and a tingling in my chest. I swallow hard.

“Come on! It can’t be that bad,” she says with eyebrows up to her hairline. “You’re–”

I nudge Brie with my elbow and turn to glare at her. Sometimes, she forgets that no one else knows I’m Amelia Adams.

The coffee shop bell chimes, and I look over my shoulder and do a double take. My eyes take in a man with short wavy brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a day-old scruff. My heart jumps against my rib cage, doing its best to try and escape.

Wow. Adam Daniels is even better looking in person.

“Brie.” I annoyingly nudge her with my elbow multiple times, not taking my eyes off Adam, and whisper, “Did Josh tell you when Adam Daniels was getting into town?”

“Why do you always tease me like that? You know your brother is my least favorite human being in the world—”

That’s not true. She likes Josh…I mean,reallylikes him. Just like he likes her. The amount of flirting—or fighting, as they call it—is enough to make me want to pull my hair out.

I look at Brie and see her eyes find Adam. I nudge her hip with mine and smirk at her.

“Oh. My. Goodness!” She mouths at me, and a smile crosses my face as I waggle my eyebrows.

“I know, right?” I mouth back.

“Here you go,” Rachel interrupts our staring by placing our drinks and my cup of whipped cream on the counter. “Enjoy!”

Neither Brie or me pick up our drinks, but we toy with them and pretend to have meaningless conversation. Adam gets to the counter and orders a peppermint tea. The timber of his voice leaves me feeling like I just stepped into a warm shower.

I look at Brie's wide eyes; hers mirror mine, and we mouth at the same time, “Peppermint tea?”

I shove my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from laughing out loud. I look at Brie, and her eyes flick from me to over my shoulder, and I freeze.

“Talk to him,” she mouths and nudges me. I shake my head, and she mouths, “Yes! Go.”

I take in a deep breath and twirl to face Adam.

“Adam Daniels?” His gaze flick to mine, and I smile. “Welcome to Pleasant Hollow. We’re happy to have you as the new offensive lineman for the Mavericks.”

He gives me a nod and a tight smile. My stomach swirls, and my mouth gets dry.

“I’m Susie Owens,” I wipe my palm on my pant leg and hold it out. He looks at it before shaking it. “Josh Owens’ sister.”

“Oh.” He gives me a small smile that doesn’t meet his eyes but doesn’t say anything else. His eyes are a bit red and his scruff makes it look like he’s had a rough few days.

My heart starts to race, and I feel myself getting ready to fall into the Susie Owens curse, the one where words from my mouth with no ability to control them.

I swallow against the lump in my throat and rub my hands up and down my pants.

“Don’t hesitate to let me or Brie,” I throw my thumb over my shoulder at Brie. “Know if you need any help. Pleasant Hollow is a small town where everyone knows everyone, and anyone will help you if they can.”

“Here you go,” Rachel places Adam’s drink on the counter. “And welcome. Can’t wait to see you playing for the Mavs.”

“Thanks,” Adam replies, not looking at Rachel as he picks up his cup. “I appreciate it.”

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