Page 41 of How Jenna Became My Dilemma

I’m spread out on my chaise lounge in my bedroom, watching Winnie pack my stuff for my flight. The early morning sunlight fills my entire room.

She pulls out a strapless hot-pink dress from my suitcase with raised eyebrows. “Did you wear this in Malibu?”

“And just where exactly did you expect me to wear that little number?”

“I don’t know.” Winnie shrugs, unable to stop her smile. “Out to dinner with Cody.”

I give her a look that conveys all the reasons we just got done discussing why I’m not sharing intimate dinners—or anything intimate—with Cody Banner.

“Alright, fine.” She throws the dress aside. “I’ll stop my wishful thinking that something will happen between the two of you.”

“You need to. He’s clearly with Calista James. I mean, you don’t talk on the phone with a woman for forty-three minutes unless you really like them.”

“Maybe they’re just friends. Like Leo and Kate Winslet.”

“Then why all the rumors that Cody broke up Calista’s marriage?”

“They could just be rumors.”

“Rumors are never just rumors. There’s always a little bit of truth behind those stories.”

Winnie rummages through my bag like she’s searching for something. “What happened to those red wrap pants from Bali? I don’t see them in here.”

“They’re gone.”

“Gone? Where did—”

“Just gone.” My palm lifts, stopping her right there. “And this time around, only pack tight pants, like leggings or something similar.” I sit up, pointing at her for emphasis. “And don’t pack anything sexy or revealing.” I’m not taking any chances.

“Okay.” She eyes me like I’m crazy, and I am.

Because in a couple of hours, I’ll be in Alberta, on location, and when I get there, all my security measures go out the window.

It’s my job to act like I’m in love with Cody.

CHAPTER TEN

JENNA

One hundred pairs of eyes zero in on me as I step out of the back of the car. It’s like the entire cast and crew have been anxiously awaiting my arrival on set just to see if Cody and I have made progress.

There are even whispers and smirks. Whispers and smirks are never a good combination.

I discreetly glance down at my feet as I walk toward the trailers, checking to make sure I don’t have toilet paper stuck to my shoe. Nothing’s there.

“Hi, Jenna.” Quinton’s director’s assistant, Naomi, greets me. “Everyone is waiting for you in Quinton’s trailer.”

“Okay.” I smile at her while keeping a sharp eye on all the stares following me. “Why aren’t they filming right now?”

Naomi turns over her shoulder, giving me a strange look. “Something came up, so we’re taking a short break.”

“What came up?”

“I’ll let Quinton tell you.”

The suspense is killing me. I have this foreboding feeling that I’m somehow to blame. Like maybe Cody told Quinton I avoided him the rest of the weekend after our little practice dance and almost kiss, and maybe Quinton got so mad he threw a camera or something, and now we can’t film anything until new equipment shows up. It’s all a stretch, but my mind won’t stop running until someone tells me what’s happening.

Naomi pulls open the door to Quinton’s trailer and holds it for me. We share a glance as I pass by until my gaze focuses on the three people looking at me from inside the trailer. Quinton, Dallas, and Tawny have similar smiles covering their mouths that ease the foreboding feeling from moments ago.

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