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Her phone rings, and because I connected it with my car’s audio system before, it shows on the dashboard who’s calling. The display name makes my mood turn to shit.

“Why is Nick calling you?”

“Beats me. Ignore⁠—”

Too late, I press the button on my steering wheel to answer. “You’ve reached Leigh Matthews’s phone. I’m unable to answer right now. Leave a message after the tone unless you’re a cheating, scheming, good-for-nothing bastard. If that’s the case, eat glass.”

I end the call before Nick can say a word. God, that felt good.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“You may hate me even more now, but after what that asshole put you through, he’s lucky all he gets are verbal insults. I regret nothing.”

“No, I don’t hate you more. Hate is actually the furthest from what I’m feeling.”

“Pray tell, Matthews. Are you beginning to like me?” I smile.

She crosses her arms and flattens her lips. “Don’t get too excited. It likely won’t last.”

It won’t last, my ass. Once you become a Keanu fan, there’s no turning back. And I’m starting to really want Leigh Matthews to like me.

19 LEIGH

By the time we get back to my house, Bobbi is already there waiting for us. We find him pacing in the living room, burning a hole in my carpet. He looks up and scowls. “Where have you been?”

“How did you get here so fast?” I ask.

“Fast?” His brows shoot up. “I got here when I was supposed to. You’re the one who took forever. Please don’t tell me you stopped somewhere for a quickie.”

“Eww, Bobbi,” I blurt out.

He tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes, but it’s Keanu who replies. “‘Eww’? Thanks a lot.”

I shake my head. I don’t have time to deal with Keanu’s bruised ego. We’re not a real couple, and I don’t know why he’s reacting to my words as if we were.

Maybe he’s just acting for Bobbi’s benefit, Leigh.

I need to do the same or Bobbi will believe I’m dating another asshole since I’m in Keanu’s body.

“I was teasing, babe. Come here.” I hug Keanu again, and like before, something weird happens to me. It’s not Keanu’s dick reacting to the proximity, it’s something else making me tingle all over.

Bobbi twists his face. “Can you please not do that. I don’t want to hurl.”

I step away from Keanu, but he reaches for my hand and squeezes. Once again, the tingling comes, this time shooting up from my arm.

I glance at our joined hands, then look into his eyes. He seems just as bewildered as me.

What the hell is going on?

“Anyway, you probably haven’t looked at your phone notifications since you left the TV studio or you wouldn’t be so relaxed.”

Keanu drops my hand, and before I can speak, he beats me to the punch. “What happened?”

“You’re all over social media. Everyone is weighing in on your new relationship with hockey boy there.”

“So?” He arches a brow, and it’s a valid confused reaction. Keanu gets media attention, but it’s way more diluted than mine.

“So? Gene is freaking out that he didn’t know anything about it. You know how controlling he is.”