Page 43 of If Ever

"You're right. You were probably part of a to do list. Fly to L.A. Check. Sing on Celebrity Dance Off. Check. Kiss a hot girl. Check."

I give him a dirty look. "Very funny. He didn't ask for my phone number." I plop down on a chair, my bag between my feet.

"I'm sure we can track his down. You should ask Larry."

"I'm not going to call him!"

Dominic busts out laughing. "Why the hell not?"

"Because he lives in New York and I'm in L.A. And after the show, I'm going back to Iowa or somewhere equally uninteresting."

He sits and bumps shoulders with me. "But we'll be going to New York City before you go home."

"What could possibly come of it? Nothing. He's a big shot on Broadway for freak’s sake. He's surrounded by gorgeous women every day. You saw how all the girls in the troupe flocked around him."

Dominic shrugs. "I'm just saying, when the love bug strikes…"

But I need logic and none of this makes any sense. "Can we just get to work? I'm exhausted and those pain pills wore off an hour ago."

"Okay. I won't overwhelm you tonight, but I want to get some of this in your head before tomorrow."

But it turns out my head is someplace else. It's on a cute guy with lightning blue eyes and a smile that brings me alive.

After an hour Dominic gives up. At home I take a couple more painkillers, wash off my makeup, and go to bed thinking about Tom and how much he's affected my life in two short days.

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