Page 61 of You Chive Me Crazy

I held my breath as she opened her mouth.

“What’s a potato’s favorite horror movie?” she asked.

Okay, that was not even on the list of possibilities of what I expected her to say, but I indulged her with an answer.

“I don’t know,” I said, wondering where she was going with this.

Obviously thinking she was about to be hilarious, she blurted, “The Silence of the Yams.”

I chuckled. “Why do I have a feeling you’ve got a hundred of these silly jokes in the tank?”

“Funny you should mention that,” she said. “Who is the most powerful potato?” Before I could answer, she said, “Darth Tater.”

I shook my head in amusement. “Silly looks good on you. So does baby blue.”

Yes, that was a little forward, but why hold back now?

We were so close, I could feel the heat radiating from her body.

I was burning up.

“Do you mind turning off the light?” she asked, looking like she was blushing. “It’ll help me relax.”

I was disappointed, but I nodded. “Of course.”

Rolling back in the other direction, I reached for the lamp and turned it off. I was a fool to let my imagination get the best of me. I had been looking forward to a little pillow talk, and yet there was nothing more important to me than Zoe getting healthy and having a good night’s sleep.

I plopped down on my pillow and laced my fingers behind my head, wondering how long it would take for me to fall asleep myself.

Zoe surprised me a few seconds later when she said, “I’m sorry.”

I rolled back on my side facing her, and could see her silhouette, thanks to the full moon shining through the curtains.

“Sorry for what?” I asked.

“For being so bitchy, for not believing in you, for not—”

“You’ve already apologized,” I said. “I deserved it.”

“No. You didn’t.”

“But we’re good now?”

“Yes. We’re good.”

“How good?”

“Very good.”

I grinned. “Good.”

“Are you smiling?” Zoe asked.

“Why? Are you?”

“No.”

“Then neither am I.”