Page 29 of It's a Date (Again)

She instantly frowns.

“And Debbie told me about the pact. Apparently, I brought it up a week or so ago. I guess I was worried if I didn’t figure out which of these guys I loved, then I’d have to be with Robbie.”

Maya snorts. “Seriously, you do know you don’t have to go through with it. It’s not a binding contract. It’s silly.”

“I know that. Robbie claims he didn’t remember the pact anyway.” I drain the rest of my glass and refill it.

“Maybe he didn’t. I mean, you never even told me about it.” She purses her lips. “I’m pretty upset with Pre-amnesia Peyton for not telling me.” Maya slides a box of Cheez-Its across the counter.

I catch it before the crackers fly onto the floor. “Well, Post-amnesia Peyton is sorry for that,” I say, searching the cupboards. When I finally find a bowl, I empty half the box into it and push it toward Maya. She grabs a handful and tosses a few in her mouth.

I wait for her to finish chewing and then ask, “Did anything ever happen between Robbie and me?”

Robbie was adamant that we weren’t good together, so I’m curious to know if the reason he knew that was because we tried already.

She pauses her chewing and stares at me. “What do you mean?”

“Like, did we ever date or hook up?”

Maya says, “No, absolutely not. You two have only ever been friends.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“But I didn’t tell you about the pact. Maybe I didn’t tell you about that.”

“There’s no way. I would have known in a heartbeat. Wait, why are you asking about Robbie? Did he say something to you?”

“No. I was just curious.” I shrug. “He said the same thing you did. We’ve always been just friends.” I toss a few Cheez-Its in my mouth and dust my hands off.

Maya raises an eyebrow but then relaxes it. “All right, enough about Robbie,” she says, throwing up her hands. “Let’s focus on your three boyfriends. Grab your purse, phone, and MacBook.”

“For what?”

“Because there’s probably evidence as to what you thought about these guys prior to your accident.” Maya picks up her backpack from her pile of belongings and heads to the living room with the bowl of Cheez-Its.

A few minutes later, I join Maya on the couch and open my laptop. The screen lights up, requesting a password. I squint, trying to remember what it could possibly be, but nothing pops into my brain.

“Do you know my password?” I ask.

She shakes her head and continues skimming through pages of handwritten notes.

I sigh and place my hands on the keyboard.Think. Come on, Peyton. It’s just one word ... one little password. You can remember that.No word pops into my brain, but my fingers tingle and crawl across the keys, pressing down on several of them. I hit “Enter.”

“Oh my God.”

Maya lifts her head. “What?”

“I remembered my password. Look.” I swivel the screen toward her. “It let me in.”

The screen background is a photo of Robbie, Maya, and me huddled together on a picnic blanket surrounded by snacks and drinks.

“How? Did it just pop in your head?” She partially stands and tucks a foot under her as she retakes her seat. “What else can you remember?”

“I don’t know how.” I turn the computer back toward me. “I just let my fingers type it out. I wasn’t even thinking about what I was typing, I just did. I think it’s muscle memory.”

“Maybe we can use that muscle memory on the guys and have your lady bits decide who you love.” Maya waggles her eyebrows.