Page 20 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
“She has crazy eyes.”
Now I’ve heard it all. “I have a crazy sister.”
“Yes, but my eyes aren’t.”
Oh, I assure her, they are. Everything in front of me right now is. “Whatever, she’s my best pick for him.”
“Well, you’re going to be sorely disappointed when he meets the crazy-eye girl and suddenly starts to second-guess you.”
“If you’re so smart, who would you pick?” I toss back at her. She thinks she’s so good at this? Let’s see her find someone for him.
Aspen closes her eyes, with her hands on her knees. “You.”
And now I know she’s really crazy because there’s no way Reid and I could ever work. We’re too different. Whatever chemistry the two of us felt last night was a fluke.
Tonight will prove that.
Six
Willow
Monday nights are when Reid tortures me with all of his comic book shows. They’re so bad. I know he thinks my sappy shows are terrible, but at least the plotlines are decent.
His shows are meant for teenage boys, and apparently he still is one.
However, it’s almost eight and he’s usually here by five to eat whatever I have in the house.
Me: Where are you? Dinner is going to be cold.
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Reid: I’m stuck at work.
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Okay, and he didn’t let me know? Weird.
Me: Are you leaving soon?
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Reid: Yeah, getting my stuff now and I’ll be there soon. What did you make?
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Me: Food.
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Reid: Well, good. Because food is my favorite thing.
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I laugh. He personifies the typical saying about the way to a man’s heart.
Me: Okay, I’ll keep it warm. See you soon.
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