Page 21 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
Reid: Don’t leave me only a little either. I didn’t eat lunch and I plan to lick the plate clean.
I’d like to lick …
I slap myself. Literally. I can’t believe I just let my brain go down that path. After my sister’s comment, I’m trying not to think about him like that. It’s insane to imagine I would be a match for him, and once she said it, it was as if my brain recognized the stupidity too.
We are perfectly matched as friends. That’s it.
My perfect guy is nothing like him, and I don’t really want a man anyway. I want a baby. I don’t need a man to have a baby.
And Reid sure as hell doesn’t want that with me. He doesn’t want that at all.
He likes spontaneity, and I’m the furthest thing from that. I like order, plans, and follow-through. Schedules and lists.
We’d never work.
But for the next forty-five minutes, I can’t stop myself from wondering what if …
“Hey.” Reid’s voice fills the room and I jump.
“Hey. In the kitchen.”
He walks in and I brace myself. I wait to see how my stupid body will react because my mind is already at peace, knowing I feel nothing.
Thank God, I don’t feel anything weird. Just my normal affection for my best friend. Sure, I notice that his suit looks especially good on him today and that his blue tie makes his eye color deeper than usual. And so what if I like the fact that he must not have shaved this morning, giving him more scruff than usual? That doesn’t mean anything other than I like guys that have scruff.
Reid walks over to the table, kisses my cheek and then grabs a roll that was on my plate. “How was your day, dear?”
I only need to say one thing. “Aspen helped me with your matches.”
Reid’s brows shoot up. “Oh, now I’m really excited for tonight.”
“Hardy har har.”
“Oh, come on, you know your sister is my favorite lunatic.”
“She looked over all the girls I picked for you.”
“Let me guess.” His smile matches the excitement in his voice. “She hates them.”
“Nope. She thinks one is really a winner.”
He laughs. “Liar.”
“Whatever.”
“It’s fine, Wills, we both know you’re never going to match me, which means our evenings will remain quiet, without a screaming baby in the background. Just accept that our lives are meant to be this way.”
“I get six months to change your mind, remember?”
Reid laughs and then opens the oven. “Did you make Dorito casserole?”
“Maybe.”
“You know I love Dorito casserole.”
“You love everything I make.”
He nods. “This is true. I also love you.”
