Page 49 of Book Boyfriend
I smile awkwardly and that ends our interaction.
“Well, I should get back to the hubby,” she says, taking a step back. She points her fingers from her eyes outward to Fisher. “I’ll seeyoulater.”
I sigh in relief checking her potential threat off the list. Thank God she’s married. Not that it means much anymore in today’s world.
Chloe leans over to Fisher. “She’s so nice.”
“I know, right?” he responds. “I got really lucky to work with such a great cast.”
The producer announces the start of the tour. Chloe grabs a hold of Fisher’s arm, claiming him before I even get a chance to get near him.
Fisher holds his other hand out to me and I take it like a person who just won second place.
As we walk through the set, Fisher beams with pride. He glances at me from time to time to gauge my reaction, but he’s mostly distracted by Chloe and her constant questions.
There’s a small dinner after the tour and I decide it’s the perfect time to excuse myself. “Hey,” I say, pulling on Fisher’s arm. “I’m going to take off.”
“What? Why?”
“I have a lot of work to do and I think you could use some time catching up with Chloe.”
He eyes me skeptically. “Okay, but can’t you at least stay and eat?”
“I’d love to, but I’m not hungry.”
He frowns.
“I’ll talk to you later. Chloe, it was nice meeting you.”
“Are you going? I was hoping we could hang out after this and get to know each other.”
“Work . . .” I sigh, raising my hands in the air and rolling my eyes like I’m the busiest woman on the planet.
“Let me walk you to your car.”
“No, you stay. I’ll be fine. Thanks for inviting me. It was great.”
I turn and quickly walk away before he has a chance to say another word. I can hear Luna’s voice in my head telling me to fight for him, but it’s not who I am. Looking back briefly, I notice Chloe has her hand cupped to Fisher’s ear. He’s listening to her and staring at me.
The tears prick my eyes. She’s the type of girl he belongs with, not me.
Fumbling with my keys, I drop them on the ground. A masculine hand reaches for them. I gaze up as Fisher picks them up and hands them to me.
“What’s going on? Talk to me.”
My lips tremble and I desperately try to pull myself together.
“Did I leave you for too long? I’m so sorry. I know this was hard for you.”
I shake my head and play with my keys in my hand.
“Then what’s wrong? Do you really have a lot of work or is something else going on?”
“I got the script yesterday and they really need my edits.”
He nods and crosses his arms. His eyes bore a hole into my brain as he tries to read my mind. “Okay, but you still need to eat.”
“I’ll be fine. As you can see, I have storage.”
