Cody’s lips hook into a gloating smile, and I’m beginning to feel like I’m the one that just got set up.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JENNA

I glance down at my phone, disregarding the extra skip in my heartbeat from seeing Cody’s name on my screen.

Cody: Are you ready to show everyone how much you love and adore me?

Jenna: If you mean, am I ready to tackle the hardest acting role of my life, then yes.

I smile as I send off the text.

Cody: It’s only the hardest acting role of your life because you haven’t had that many yet.

Jenna: No, it’s the hardest acting role because it involves pretending to be in a real relationship with you.

Cody: You know, I’m wildly turned on by sassiness in a woman.

I wasn’t trying to be sassy. I was actually being honest.

Jenna: Unfortunately, I think you’re wildly turned on by anything a woman does.

He sends me a winking emoji before his next text pops up.

This feels like flirting.

Why am I text-flirting with Cody? There aren’t any cameras or anyone here to witness our back-and-forth conversation. I should be in off mode.

Cody: So, should I stop by your room to pick you up?

Terrible idea—complete red flag for my heart.

Jenna: How about I meet you outside by the car?

Cody: What if somebody sees us walking out? Isn’t the point of this brunch for us to be together?

I tighten my jaw, hating that he’s right. It’s important that the employees at the bed and breakfast where we’re staying during filming believe that we’re a couple. Any half-decent tabloid journalist will do some digging around here in Canada.

Cody: Plus, you said after the interview yesterday that we need to convince people that we’re crazy about each other.

Jenna: Stop quoting me. It’s annoying.

Cody: Stop saying things that should be quoted.

He bugs me. Like, a lot. I’m bothered by Cody Banner a lot.

Jenna: Room 17.

Cody: Thank you. I’ll be there shortly.

He sends me a kissy emoji.

This is bad.

My mind races with the last time Cody stopped by my room, and I wince.

It was almost a week ago in Malibu.