Page 16 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

Susie

It’s not only myfavorite day of the week but Adam Daniels’ first starting game with the Mavericks.

Expectations are high on all accounts, but as I said to Chase over the last two weeks, I’m positive he’ll help strengthen the Mavs' offensive line.

What Mavericks fan wouldn’t be excited about the possibility of a Super Bowl run?

NotJOsSis:It’s game day! Wanna place a little wager?

PullTheLine:You know what they say about betting…it’s only smart if you’re willing to bet on yourself.

PullTheLine:Today I’m not.

NotJOsSis:Boo.You’re no fun!

NotJOsSis:Okay, a prediction instead.

NotJOsSis:I’m gonna predict that Michaels doesn’t get sacked from the right sideoncetoday.

PullTheLine:But he will from the left?

PullTheLine:Ye of little faith.

NotJOsSis:That’s not what I meant, and you know it!

NotJOsSis:The left side is solid…

PullTheLine:You’rethatconfident in this Daniels guy, huh?

NotJOsSis:And then some!

NotJOsSis:Can’t wait to hear you tell me ‘you were right’

PullTheLine:Guess we’ll see after the game.

My body hums with excitement, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face. I’m not sure if it’s because of Chase, Adam, or the fact that my writer’s block is gone.

My gift of storytelling has always come easily to me. The dread that I experienced when I couldn’t find words was overwhelming. I’m not sure who I am without my ability to create my books, not to mention letting down my fans.

Yesterday, I received my editor's feedback for my recent milestone, and it was glowing; she’s loving it! According to her, the chemistry between the two main characters is jumping off the page, and I couldn’t agree more.

Personally experiencing this type of chemistry in my life makes writing about it easy. I can thank Adam and Chase for that. Somehow, blending the personalities of the two of them is like creating the ideal man—my ideal man.

There’s just one problem: Chase is probably a made-up name, and it’s possible that everything about him is also fake. Adam most likely has me marked as off-limits because of a bro-code that my brother and he live by.

Honestly, I can’t blame Josh for the way he acts. Not after the way Mark Staples treated me in high school. When Mark broke my heart, Josh made it his business to ensure that no one ever hurt me like that again.

Mark got a broken nose, Josh got suspended, and every boy in school kept their distance.

The part I left out—Mark was one of Josh’s teammates.

Sadly, I’ve only ever experienced my happy ending in fiction, and I’m beginning to wonder if that will be the story of my life. Heroes are so much easier to write in fiction.

What if I’m going about this all wrong? What if love is not about findingtheperfect person but findingmyperfect person?

Take my dad, for example. He’s by no means perfect, but heisperfect for my mom and vice versa.

Warm brown eyes flash in my mind just as the doorbell rings.

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