Page 27 of A Little Bit Extra

“Do you have any other plans for breakfast?” he asks.

“No.”

“Great. Go change. We’re going to Amore Bakery. I’ll meet you in the car.”

I offer a thin lipped smile and a slight nod.

He walks to the door, but before leaving, says, “Don’t take too long,” then slams the door.

Of course he shows up, unannounced, just to eat breakfast. I’m sure he wants to ask me questions about my next movie, which I haven’t signed a contract for yet. I don’t even know if I want to keep acting. Ever since meeting Cassie, I’m doubting it.

I find his car in the garage, open the back door, and slide into the seat. For once, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he’s on his phone typing away and sighing every five minutes.

On our way, we hit traffic on I-5. I groan and slide down in the seat, knowing I’ll be stuck with him for a little while.

I decide to text Cassie because I’ve been scrolling and my mind is still distracted from thoughts about her. Her hands on her hips as she scolds me, her eyes always finding mine, and her mouth responding to my banter like we have been doing it for ages.

Emmett

Help. I have an emergency.

Cassie

What is this *emergency* you speak of?

Emmett

I’m being kidnapped.

Cassie

And this kidnapper didn’t take your phone?

Emmett

He’s not very smart, I have to admit, but I’m here against my will.

Cassie

And here is…

Emmett

In the car with my dad. *shudders*

Cassie

Oh, you poor thing.

Emmett

You joke, but even a knife couldn’t cut this tension.

Cassie

Sorry, Hotshot, this sounds like a you problem and I cannot help.

Emmett

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