Page 39 of Kiss & Collide
“They look fantastic,” she said, keeping her eyes on Chase and Madison.
“They do,” he agreed.
“Hi.” She turned to him and extended her hand. “Violet Harper. PR for Chase Navarro.”
“Cam Medeiros. I’m with Madison.”
She decided on circumspection. “Madison’s having a great year.”
“She is.” Cam’s eyes narrowed as he watched the photographer arrange Madison’s hand, placing it so her fingertips brushed Chase’s jaw. “We’re trying to make the most of it.” Cam hesitated. “Chase is a Formula One driver?”
Violet kept her eyes on Chase, even as her excitement spiked. This felt like the opening of a deal. “He is. Do you follow the sport?”
“No.”
“Very cosmopolitan. Very glamorous. Races all over the world. Wealthy patrons, high-end sponsors. The parties get a lot of attention.” She paused, then glanced at him. “You should come to a race sometime. I’d be happy to set something up.”
Cam rubbed a finger under his chin. Violet could feel his interest. “Thanks. Chase is quite an asset. He’s gorgeous.”
“He is.” She paused briefly before saying, with a slight emphasis, “We’re working on raising his profile.”
“Is that so?”
Almost there.Maybe she should just go for it. Usually she just went for it, and somehow made it work out. Turning to face Cam, she said, “We should think about working on something together.”
Cam nodded. “That could be promising. Let me AirDrop you my contact info.”
Violet pulled out her phone, smiling. Cam’s contact popped up and she saved it, then sent back a message. “Now you’ve got me, too. Let’s see what we can put together.”
“I like the sound of that. Nice to meet you, Violet.”
She pocketed her phone with nothing but cool professionalism, like she did this shit every day, ignoring the twinge in her gut. “Same.”
“I can’t feel my feet anymore,” Madison grumbled under her breath. “These shoes are a size too small.”
“I think my back is fused to this tree trunk,” Chase murmured in return.
“Hang on!” the photographer shouted. “We need to reposition that light.”
He and Madison both broke their pose and stretched. “I had no idea this would be so hard.”
“Try making a movie,” she groaned, rubbing her neck under her hair. A PA brought them both bottles of water. “Thanks,” Madison said, before carefully sipping at hers. At least he didn’t have to worry about smudging his lipstick. “So where are you from, fellow American in Paris?” she asked as someone ran a comb over her hair.
“I grew up in Chicago.”
Madison perked up. “No kidding! Me too! What neighborhood?”
“My parents live in Elmwood Park.”
She clapped a hand to her chest. “Montclare! We were practically neighbors! Favorite pizza place?”
“Martin’s.”
“Aww, now we’re solid. If you’d said Clyde’s, we couldn’t be friends anymore.”
Chase made a face. “Clyde’s is garbage.”
“See, I knew I liked you.”
