Page 6 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

A wide grin spreads across my face, and the tightness in my chest loosens. I can’t wait to hear Amelia state her case.

I know it’s going to be filled with all of the reasons why this Adam Daniels, aka me, is thebestoffensive lineman in the NFL.

It’s probably not very humble of me, but everyone needs a bit of an ego boost once in a while.

Especially a man who feels completely rejected by his old team.

It’s the perfect distraction, and it could possibly give me a different perspective on the life change I have no control over.

Plus, every man wants to hear a woman tell him about all of his redeeming qualities, even if it’s just regarding his career.

Especially from this woman.

Chapter Three

Susie

PullTheLine:You really think he’s that good?

NotJOsSis:Iknowhe’s that good!

NotJOsSis:Just look at his stats since he’s been in the NFL. They speak for themselves.

PullTheLine:I guess you can’t argue with the numbers.

I guess you can’t argue with the numbers?

That was the strangest and most benign conversation I’ve ever had with Chase. Normally, it’s a battle of statistics filled with lots of back and forth.

But not this conversation. He was pretty amenable to everything I had to say, but it was just plain strange.

He said it had been aninterestingfew days, which I interpreted to mean something had happened. But it didn’t feel right asking if everything was okay, so I just chose that it wasn’t anything of importance.

He'll bring it up if he wants to talk about what’s going on. Besides, our conversations haven’t really been deep or personal, they’ve just been surface-level…on purpose.

I mean, he’s just some random guy on the internet, and for all I know, he could be one of America’s Most Wanted criminals.

My pace slows down at the thought.

“Susie.” I glance up to see Brie waving at me. We’re meeting at Thanks-A-Latte for our normal early morning pow-wow before work.

“It’s bad, Brie. Like really bad!” I hug her quickly before I grab the handle and pull the door open. The soft murmur of voices and the smell of roasted coffee beans greet us as we walk into the coffee shop. The bell jingles as the door closes behind us. “I have nothing. I just stare at the screen and watch the cursor mocking me day in and day out.”

“Have you tried reading?” Brie asks, trying to keep a straight face. She’s heard this same story from me a million times, but this time is different. No matter what I do, none of my usual techniques work, and I have no clue how to start this story.

“You know that’s my go-to. I even tried plotting.” My eyebrows tug together, and she turns her head away, but not before I catch the grin that crosses her face. I give her a light smack on her shoulder. “Hey, you’re supposed to help me feel better. Not laugh at me.”

“Hey, Rachel,” Brie says, looking over her shoulder at me with a big grin on her face. She shrugs.

“Hey, Brie, Susie. What can I get for you today?” Rachel smiles brightly, and I almost feel bad for wanting to slap the smile off her face.

Why is everyone in such a good mood when I’m being tortured?

“Latte with extra foam, please,” Brie turns back to me with a smirk on her face like she can read my mind. She throws her armaround me and pulls me close, giving me a little shake. “Awe, come here. What do you want? I’m buying.”

“Pumpkin Spice Latte with some extra whipped cream. A whole extra cup if you can.” Rachel gives me a sympathetic smile, though her eyes twinkle.

“Having a rough morning?” I let out a big sigh and drop my shoulders. Brie’s arm tightens, giving me an extra squeeze before letting go.

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