Page 39 of Finding Her Leading Man

Right. Because in New York, her life, her real-life, waited, and it wasn’t nearly as sweet as Trevor.

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“If you wanted to move to New York, that’s fine.” Grayson sat forward, propping his elbows on the kitchen table at Cameron and Addie’s house. “With Juliana and I either on location or in Statem, L.A. isn’t a base for me any longer.”

Trevor picked at the honey bun he’d found in Cameron’s pantry. Damn, he hadn’t even considered that. “It’s a little soon to talk about moving across the country for someone, isn’t it?” He’d contemplated meeting her in New York, going out to eat, maybe dating her more than once for the first time in a while. But making it a big deal, settling down, making it where hehadto come back to visit couldn’t happen.

He’d been on the other end of those obligatory visits. Hell, his life growing up was basically one long-distance relationship with his parents.

And it was never enough. He wouldn’t do that to Sam. She deserved more than he could give her.

“Is it too soon? Based on how hard you’ve fought to get to this point with her, I find it hard to believe you’d walk away.”

Trevor ignored him. He didn’t have an answer to that question. One long kiss, no matter how amazing, should not result in contemplating moving. For anyone. He took another bite of the honey bun.

“I think the negotiations went well. I especially liked the part about getting a week off in the middle of production.” Grayson glanced over his shoulder, but they were alone in the house.

They’d borrowed his sister’s house to have somewhere private to do the negotiations. Juliana’s childhood home was another option, but currently, Dewey, Eliza, and Carrie, their daughter, occupied it. Hard to negotiate a contract with six other lawyers on the other end of the conference call with an eight-year-old running around. Trevor never knew how friendly the conversations would proceed.

“I figured you would like that break in production. It lines up with that trip you have planned for Juliana. But if you want me to set anything up in Fiji, give me a little notice. It’s not as easy to pull strings that far away.” He finished his snack and stood to throw the wrapper in the trash can. “If you don’t need me now, I’m going to pick up Sam and take her to get a new phone.”

“You never did fill me in on why her phone shattered. Or why you were on the floor kissing her.” Grayson gave him a long, serious look. “Or how far you plan on this going. Not very far if you’re not willing to relocate.”

“Let me see. To your first question, she got pissed off at the agent that slept with her ex and threw her phone. I kissed her on the floor because she needed a kiss, and I wanted to be the one to give it to her.”

“And the third question?”

“Who the hell knows? I’m not looking at the future. I’m looking at right now. I’m trying to find a way to keep her happy when her old wedding date rolls around in a few days. I don’t want to try and envision life in six months or six years. Why are you giving me a hard time with this? You were the same way.”

“Exactly. I was. And finding someone, latching on with everything I have, was the best thing that happened to me.”

“That’s you. Not me.” They couldn’t compare childhoods. They’d both had it rough in their own way. Although Grayson had been in foster care for most of his life. Poor. Dreaming of his family. Trevor had a family, a nice life, and still felt cheated out of having parents.

“It could be you.”

Trevor watched him for a long moment. “I’m not you. You found Juliana. Great. She’s perfect for you. Willing to travel. You two are hardly apart.” He leaned on the table, flattening both his hands, trying to let the frustration leave his body. “If I ended up falling for Samantha, what do you think will happen? I’ll leave for work. Just like my parents did. I’m not putting her in that position.”

“You don’t have to travel as much as you do.”

Trevor straightened as the front door opened. “I’m not going to discuss this.”

“Of course, you’re not.”

Addie walked in and patted Grayson on the shoulder. “All done making Grayson billions of dollars?”

Grayson snorted. “Not likely, but we had a good meeting. Thank you for letting us borrow your kitchen.”

“No problem.” She shifted her attention to Trevor. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Something.”

“It’s nothing.”

Addie started to open her mouth, but Becky held her hand up. “Don’t say, ‘something,’ again. I can’t take it.”

Addie crossed her arms. “Fine. But I’ll just badger Grayson about it. Samantha asked me not to tell you she’s at the diner for another forty-five minutes and then will get herself a new phone. Alone.”

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