Page 35 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

“Oh. My. Gosh! He’s typing back.” My heart is racing, and my palms are sweating. “Brie, what do I do?”

“How about you take a deep breath and see what he says?” That sounds logical. I swallow hard past the lump in my throatas I watch the three dots move. My heart is hammering against my ribcage, and a swarm of butterflies is trying to make its way up my chest.

My stomach feels like a volcano, ready to erupt.

“Well?” Brie asks anxiously.

“Nothing yet. He’s still typing.” Seconds feel like minutes, and minutes feel like hours. Finally, his response pops up.

PullTheLine:Really? Great. Are you available Saturday? We can meet at Thanks-A-Latte.

My eyebrows shoot to my hairline.

Maybe he does live in Pleasant Hollow? Nah. I’d know him if he lived in town.

“He wants to know if I’m available to meet up Saturday.” My voice sounds breathless even to my ears. “What do I say?”

“Say YES!” Brie yells, her voice filled with excitement.

“Okay, I’m saying yes. But if I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and Josh in Mavs gear.” A smirk crosses my face as I message Chase that Saturday works.

NotJOsSis:Saturday at Thanks-A-Latte it is.

“Why would you haunt Josh too?” Brie questions.

“Because after the two of you get married, you’ll be living in the same house,” I rush out before all but hanging up on her. “Gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Hey! Josh and I—”

I roll my eyes and laugh at Brie’s protest, and feel the tension gripping my shoulders leave. Briewill bemy sister-in-law. She just doesn’t realize it yet.

I lean back against the couch as the corner of my lips lift.

NotJOsSis:I’ll be sitting in the back corner booth along the front of the shop wearing a Mavs hat.

PullTheLine:The back corner booth.

NotJOsSis:Along the front of the shop.

PullTheLine:With a Mavs hat on.

PullTheLine:Got it!

PullTheLine:See you then, Amelia.

PullTheLine:Good night.

NotJOsSis:Night.

The slight lift of my lips spreads into a full grin, and my heart does a little leap right before panic grips it.

Please don’t let him be a serial killer.

Chapter Fourteen

Adam

I can’t believe I’meven considering proposing marriage to a woman I’ve never met. Maybe Steve is right, and I should stop reading romance novels. But honestly, if Finn hadn’t planted the idea in my head, I’m not sure I’d have reached this conclusion.

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