Jordan rolled her eyes. “It’s a Soap Opera, Tyler. It’s supposed to drag.” She was sprawled out on his sofa with her head on his lap, dressed in a pair of jeans and one of his T-shirts.
He looked down at her, not hiding his irritation. “I’ve been watching this with you since August. It’s the last week of October and they Still. Don’t. Know. Abby’s about to get married.” He shook his head. “They’re gonna find out on her wedding day, aren’t they?”
“Of course. That’s the best thing about this show.”
“And who’s this guy?” he asked, pointing to the blonde male on screen.
“That’s Abby’s ex-boyfriend, Damon. He left last year and now he’s back.”
“Wait. Last year real time, or last year Juniper Hills time?”
She smiled. “Last year Juniper Hills time.”
“Oh, God.” He cringed and he actually needed to take a couple seconds to process that. “Another potential baby-daddy. I can’t deal with this.”
He simmered in his annoyance and waited for the episode to end. As soon as the credits came up, he flipped through the channels.
“Leave it on this one,” Jordan said when an array of tattoos on screen caught her attention.
They watched as the tattoo artists raced against time to complete their masterpieces and the panel of judges who critiqued their work.
“How come they don’t have a show like this for accountants?” she asked. “They have a reality TV show or some type of series for every other profession. Cops, lawyers, chefs, tattoo artists, even garbage men, so why not accountants?”
“Um…because no one would wanna watch that. People would rather spend their leisure time watching garbage being loaded onto trucks than watch accountants.”
Blue-gray eyes narrowed up at him. “I think it would be very interesting.”
“Yeah?” He took her hand, interlinking his fingers with hers as he brushed his thumb across her palm. These little intimacies is what he enjoyed most after a long day at the office. “And what would be the premise?”
“It could be just like this one. They could have different accountants, racing against the clock trying to…prepare financial statements.”
He tried to be supportive, but that idea had absolutely no merit and she obviously knew that because she was trying to suppress a laugh. “That sounds…incredibly boring.”
“It’s not! And at the end they could have judges who are experts in the field, like Jack Ford from the IFRS conference…”
“It just gotmoreboring.”
“…and he could critique it…tell them stuff like…your property, plant and equipment note is the worst I’ve seen in years…and your depreciation charge isn’t a proper reflection of economic benefits consumed.”
God, she’s a nerd!“It’s getting worse…much worse…mind-numbingly worse. If you weren’t so pretty…and tall, I wouldn’t be able to look past this.”
She blushed, but didn’t put an end to this soul-destroying conversation. “He could tell them that their borders are sloppy, their figures don’t balance. Can you feel the aggression?…No?”
Stop her, save her from herself.“Jordan, you do realize that in a post-apocalyptic world, where water and food are scarce and cannibalism is rife, accountants would be the first to get eaten, because they contribute nothing to society. That’s why you guys don’t have your own TV show. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but no one cares.”
She sat up, a smile tugging at her lips. “And what do CEO’s contribute to a post-apocalyptic society?”
“We’re natural born leaders,” he replied with a shrug of arrogance. “People will look to us for guidance.”
A humph of annoyance left her mouth. “Well, we’re not in a post-apocalyptic world and thus my idea is brilliant! And just think of the finale…when the auditors come.”
He burst out laughing. “Please stop. It’s making me question why I like you so much.”
Pink brightened her cheeks in the cutest way and she slowly straddled his hips. “Oh, you like me, huh?”
His hands immediately pressed up her jean-clad legs. “You know I do.”
“It’s a step up fromfond.” Dipping her head, she leisurely massaged his mouth with hers. “I’m falling hard for you, Tyler Evans.”
