Even more surprising, Andrew laughs. “No, she’s not.”
“Yes, she is. She told me she is. The first day I was here.”
“Um, I think I would know if my daughter were allergic to peanuts.” He snorts. “Anyway, do you think we would keep a big jar of it in the pantry if she were allergic?”
That was exactly what I thought when Cecelia told me about her allergy. Was she just making it up to torture me? I wouldn’t put it past her. Then again, Nina also said Cecelia had a peanut allergy. What’s going on here? But Andrew makes the most valid point: the fact that there’s a big jar of peanut butter in the pantry indicates nobody here has a deadly peanut allergy.
“Blueberries,” Andrew says.
I frown. “I don’t think there are any blueberries in the refrigerator.”
“No.” He nods at the television screen, where Family Feud has entered the second round. “They surveyed a hundred people and asked them to name a fruit you can fit in your mouth whole.”
The contestant on the screen answers blueberries, and it’s the number one answer. Andrew pumps his fist. “See? I knew it. I would be great on this show.”
“The top answer is always easy to get,” I say. “The tricky part is getting the more obscure answers.”
“Okay, smarty pants.” He grins at me. “Name a fruit you can fit in your mouth whole.”
“Um…” I tap a finger against my chin. “A grape.”
Sure enough, the next contestant answers “grape” and is correct.
“I stand corrected,” he says. “You’re good at this, too. Okay, what about a strawberry?”
“It’s probably up there,” I say, “even though you wouldn’t really want to put a whole strawberry in your mouth because it has the stem and all that.”
The contestants manage to name strawberries and cherries, but they get stuck on the last answer. Andrew is cracking up when one of them says a peach.
“A peach!” he cries. “Who could fit a peach in their mouth? You’d have to unhinge your jaw!”
I giggle. “Better than a watermelon.”
“That’s probably the answer! I bet anything.”
The final answer on the board turns out to be a plum. Andrew shakes his head. “I don’t know about that. I’d like to see a picture of the contestants who said they could fit a plum in their mouth whole.”
“That should be part of the show,” I say. “You get to hear from the hundred people surveyed and get the rationale behind their answers.”
“You should write to Family Feud and suggest that,” he says soberly. “You could revolutionize the whole show.”
I giggle again. When I first met Andrew, I assumed he was a stuffy rich guy. But he’s not like that at all. Nina is certifiable, but Andrew is nice. He’s completely down-to-earth, and he’s funny. And it seems like he’s a really good dad to Cecelia.
The truth is, I feel a bit sorry for him sometimes.
I shouldn’t think that. Nina is my boss. She gives me paychecks and a place to live. My loyalty is to her. But at the same time, she’s awful. She’s a slob, she’s constantly telling me conflicting information, and she can be incredibly cruel. Even Enzo, who’s got to be two hundred pounds of solid muscle, seems afraid of her.
Of course, I might not feel that way if Andrew wasn’t so incredibly attractive. Even though I have sat as far away from him as I possibly can without falling off the side of the couch, I can’t help but think about the fact that he is wearing his underwear right now. He’s in his freaking boxers. And his undershirt material is thin enough that I can see the outline of some very sexy muscles. He could do a lot better than Nina.
I wonder if he knows it.
Just as I’m starting to relax and feel glad that Andrew joined me down here, a screechy voice breaks into my thoughts: “Gosh, what’s the big joke you’re laughing about down here?”
I whip my head around. Nina is standing at the foot of the stairs, staring at us. When she’s in her heels, I can hear her coming a mile away, but she’s surprisingly light-footed in her bare feet. She’s wearing a white nightgown that falls to her ankles, and her arms are folded across her chest.
“Hey, Nina.” Andrew yawns and climbs off the sofa. “What are you doing up?”
Nina is glaring at us. I don’t know how he isn’t panicking right now. I’m one second away from peeing in my pants. But he seems totally cavalier about the fact that his wife just caught the two of us alone in the living room at one in the morning, both of us in our underwear. Not that we were doing anything, but still.