Page 65 of Miami Ice

“Well, see you next Thursday,” he says.

“Have a good trip.”

The doors begin to close, but suddenly, Beckham punches a button and they open again.

“Georgie?”

My deflated heart suddenly springs back to life. “Yes?”

“If I’m your fake boyfriend, I’m going to be a good one. Can I call you when I’m on the road?”

Not only has my heart sprung back to life, but it’s pounding inside my chest.

“As your fake girlfriend, I would expect that,” I say, smiling at him.

He flashes me a brilliant smile in return, and my breath catches in my throat.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night.”

“Good night,” I say.

The doors close and Beckham is gone.

I stand in the hallway for a second, once again knowing I’m getting in over my head.

Then I turn and head back toward the apartment, and this time, my Swiftie soundtrack is playing a new song.

“King of My Heart.”

As I hear the lyrics roll through my head, I have no desire to change it.

I know this is dangerous. And I also know I don’t care.

I open the door to my apartment with one thing on my mind.

And that is about how excited I am to know Beckham will be calling me tomorrow.

Chapter Sixteen

EllaBella:IT’S FRIENDSGIVING NIGHT! WHO IS EXCITED????

Chloe With a C Not K:OMG. I am so ready for a night out. This week has been brutal, and Lord knows, they won’t let us leave work early next Wednesday for the holiday. Or if they do, it will be a generous five-thirty dismissal. Because I work for TYRANTS.

Emilee: I’m already studying the menu and picking out what I’m going to order. I think it’s time for STEAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.

I glance at the messages as they roll across my phone on Tuesday afternoon. I’ve spent all morning working on my jars—painting, prepping new ones to paint next, and assessing my inventory for the big Christmas show next Saturday. Meanwhile, my twin and our friends are at work, but obviously not working.

The conversation continues on. Every year the week before Thanksgiving, we all meet up for a girls’ night out dinner. We dress up, save our funds, and splurge on a nice meal, then usually go dancing afterward.

Emilee:INCOMING straight off the MIAMI MANATEES STORY SHARE. I bring you BECKS IN A SUIT.

My heart leaps inside my chest the second I see what Emilee has typed. Then a link drops in, and I click it, seeing Beckham walking across the tarmac, dressed in a lush suit and carrying a Louis Vuitton duffel bag.

Holy mother of God, that’shot.

Chloe with a C not a K: They have to wear suits to travel? That’s annoying.

Emilee:No, that’s HOT.

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