My arm around her waist traps her to me, though.
“I have to go,” I tell Stan and Rachel.
“Have a safe trip home,” Stan says.
“Are you sure we can’t send a birthday bouquet to your mom?” Rachel asks for the second time.
“She hates those things,” I answer. My mom doesn’t need or want for anything. Which is why if one of us gives her a gift, she prefers it be in the form of quality time or something made by hand.
“Talk to you both in a week.” I disconnect the call and toss my phone on the sofa. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I ask Ivy before nipping her ear with my teeth.
She lets out a husky laugh, her body melting into mine.
“How’s Stan doing?” She turns and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Rachel was on the call, too.”
“About your actress girlfriend situation, huh?” She raises an eyebrow.
I growl, making her laugh. “She’s nothing to me.”
Ivy nods. “I know.” The trust in her voice means the entire world to me.
As soon as I saw that blog post, I called Ivy to let her know it wasn’t true and the reason why I was at lunch with Amber. She trusted me almost immediately.
“I saw the pictures,” she’d said. “But I know the way you look at me. That can’t be faked. Not even for an actor as good as you. I know there’s nothing between you two.”
“I love you,” I tell her as I remember those words from two nights ago.
Ivy pulls back when I go to kiss her.
“What about the other thing?”
I narrow my eyes. “What other thing?”
“Dennis James.” She looks at me expectantly.
“You read the post,” I say. Up until this moment, I’d thought she had just seen the pictures and read the headline. Now I know she read the post before I had it taken down.
“And I just heard your conversation. I wasn’t eavesdropping,” she hurries to say. “Did you really punch him?”
“Maybe.”
She pushes at my shoulder. “Andreas, seriously.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Stan doesn’t seem to think so.”
I curse myself for having my phone on speaker phone.
“You could get in trouble. Dennis James seems like the vindictive type. He?—”
I cut her off with a kiss.
“He’s not a problem you should worry about anymore.”
Ivy narrows her eyes. “What do you mean he’s not my problem? The only reason you have an issue with him is because of me. What if this thing with him causes backlash in your career?”
