Page 61 of You Chive Me Crazy
I held my breath as she opened her mouth.
“What’s a potato’s favorite horror movie?” she asked.
Okay, that was not even on the list of possibilities of what I expected her to say, but I indulged her with an answer.
“I don’t know,” I said, wondering where she was going with this.
Obviously thinking she was about to be hilarious, she blurted, “The Silence of the Yams.”
I chuckled. “Why do I have a feeling you’ve got a hundred of these silly jokes in the tank?”
“Funny you should mention that,” she said. “Who is the most powerful potato?” Before I could answer, she said, “Darth Tater.”
I shook my head in amusement. “Silly looks good on you. So does baby blue.”
Yes, that was a little forward, but why hold back now?
We were so close, I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
I was burning up.
“Do you mind turning off the light?” she asked, looking like she was blushing. “It’ll help me relax.”
I was disappointed, but I nodded. “Of course.”
Rolling back in the other direction, I reached for the lamp and turned it off. I was a fool to let my imagination get the best of me. I had been looking forward to a little pillow talk, and yet there was nothing more important to me than Zoe getting healthy and having a good night’s sleep.
I plopped down on my pillow and laced my fingers behind my head, wondering how long it would take for me to fall asleep myself.
Zoe surprised me a few seconds later when she said, “I’m sorry.”
I rolled back on my side facing her, and could see her silhouette, thanks to the full moon shining through the curtains.
“Sorry for what?” I asked.
“For being so bitchy, for not believing in you, for not—”
“You’ve already apologized,” I said. “I deserved it.”
“No. You didn’t.”
“But we’re good now?”
“Yes. We’re good.”
“How good?”
“Very good.”
I grinned. “Good.”
“Are you smiling?” Zoe asked.
“Why? Are you?”
“No.”
“Then neither am I.”
