I laughed. “I strongly doubt I did something so reckless.” No favorite movieandskinny-dipping? Who the hell was this Penny Hunter person?
“Well, then maybe you’re the one that doesn’t know how to have any fun.” He raised his left eyebrow like he was challenging me.
I rolled my eyes. “You can have fun without public indecency.”
“But the best kind of fun is public indecency.”
“If you want to wind up behind bars. Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want to end up in jail. My parents would kill me.”
“Your parents can’t exactly ground you anymore, Penny. You’re 26 years old.”
“Right.”Right! God, I’m 26 in this alternate reality!I could legally drink alcohol. Now that was something that would make this fantasy easier to digest. “Speaking of being old, we should like…make a toast or something. To…being married.”
James smiled. “Penny, you just stopped taking morphine yesterday. We should probably give it more time to flush out of your system.”
“But I feel fine.”
“That’s probably the morphine talking.”
“Oh come on. I’m a skinny-dipping jailbird. I’m sure I can handle my alcohol.” I wandered into the kitchen and was happy that he didn’t stop me. I opened up the stainless steel refrigerator and stared at the contents inside. Fresh fruits and vegetables jumped out from everywhere. I had never seen such a well-stocked fridge. And nothing was pre-made, it was all fresh ingredients. In the back corner I saw a bottle of white wine that was half empty. I grabbed it and opened up one of the cupboards. Only plates. Tons and tons of plates. Who had so many plates and what on earth were they all for?
“Next one over,” James said.
I opened up the next cabinet and pulled out two wine glasses.
“None for me,” he said from behind me.
Party for one then.I poured myself a glass and lifted it into the air as I turned to face him. “Here’s to being in love.” That was everything I’d ever wanted. And I had it. I could tell I did by theway he stared at me as I took my first sip. By the way his eyes lingered on my lips. By the way he so desperately wanted me to remember him.
I had never been in love before. I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Or what I should suspect. All I knew was that his gaze made me nervous. And when he touched me I felt like I had been zapped by a bug zapper. I took a huge gulp of my wine. “This is great.”
“I’m pretty sure that bottle has been open for weeks.”
“I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. This is actually my first glass of wine.” I swirled it in my glass as I looked down at the amber liquid. “So, we opened it before my accident? I mean…is that what it was? An accident? No one’s told me what happened.”
“It’s a conversation for another day. When you’re able to remember.”
“But what if I never remember?”
He shook his head. “You will.” But his tone screamed, “you have to.”
I took another sip of my wine. “It must have been something serious. I have scars on my stomach. And I’m…fat.”
“Baby, you are not fat.”
The way he said “baby” made goosebumps rise on my skin. Did he often call me that? I liked the way it sounded. “Baby.” Ismiled. “No one’s ever called me that.” I awkwardly cleared my throat. “Besides you, I mean. You call me that.”
“I do.”
I smiled at him. “I like it.” And I really did. It made me feel special. Safe. Warm. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “So how about that tour?” I grabbed the bottle of wine to bring with me. I told myself that it was because I’d need to refill my glass again soon. But maybe a small piece of me was worried that I wouldn’t keep my hands to myself. And I needed to keep my hands to myself. Fantasy or not, I didn’t know this man. My reaction to him didn’t make any sense. Technically I was kind of sort of still dating Austin. And I wasn’t a cheater. That was Austin’s job.I really should break up with that prick.
Maybe this was all a dream to motivate me to move on. A dream to show me that there was someone out there for me that was better than Austin. I followed James out of the kitchen and tried not to sigh at the sight of him. Hopefully that someone that was out there for me would be as sexy as my fake husband.
