Nova: Have you read the books?

Jeremy: I have. The characters were well-developed.

I have the collection of books sitting on a shelf in my office.

Nova: But Clint Eastwood and Hilary Swank made the books come to life.

Jeremy: What’s your favorite part about the movie?

Nova: The relationship between Maggie and Frank. And the moment he decided to train her. You?

My eyes are getting heavy. Suddenly I’m tired.

Jeremy: Maggie’s strive for success against the odds given to her.

I glance at the TV, and the exact scene where he decides to train her is playing right now.

Nova: The whole movie is very moving and heart-warming.

Jeremy: Did you cry at the end?

Nova: Every. Damn. Time.

Talking to her has relaxed me. I don’t get a chance to say goodnight, or switch the TV off, because I fall asleep. But, of course, my dreams are filled with her and those alluring bedroom eyes.

Chapter 5

Nova

Jeremy: It’s only fair you tell me about you tonight. Google really has nothing about you.

I stare at his text, nibbling my bottom lip, and type back. This new friendship with Jeremy feels oddly easy. For someone of his status, to be so down-to-earth and funny is unexpected. He doesn’t seem snobby. And he doesn’t speak like he’s better than me, even though our lives couldn’t be more different.

He even starred in my dreams last night. We were lying in my bed watching Million Dollar Baby together. His arm draped over me as I snuggled into his strong body. It was a very nice dream––shame it had to end.

I’ve not dreamt of a man, in well…ever. So to wake to a message from him now after thinking of him all night sends a new thrill down my spine.

Nova: You Googled me?

Jeremy: I did.

Nova: I thought you didn’t like Google.

Jeremy: I didn’t say that. I meant I don’t Google myself.

Jeremy: Now you know all about me. Tell me something about you.

Nova: Only if you Google yourself.

Jeremy: What if I say I do and I don’t?

Nova: I believe in trust. Are you a liar?

Jeremy: No. I hate liars.

Nova: Then if you want to know something about me you need to Google yourself.

I sit back, pleased at myself.