“I don’t know why you wanted to come all the way out here for a damn hike. A twenty-five-minute interval run on the treadmill at the gym we pay a lot of money for would’ve been a more efficient way to get the heartrate up.”
“I told you why I came out here,” I say but keep my gaze straight ahead, scanning the people ahead of us, looking for her.
“Yeah, I know. As soon as you find who you’re looking for, you’re ditching me,” he states. “I came out with you because I’m a great wingman.”
“You came because you missed your workout yesterday and you decided to tag along once I told you about my plans this morning.” I point at him. “Don’t give me any bullshit when your ass is on this trail by yourself.
“Soon as I find Ivy …” I mumble to myself, scanning the few people passing us in the opposite direction.
“Are you going to tell me about this woman who’s become your newobsession?”
“Nope.”
He sucks his teeth. “Then tell me how the role’s going.”
“Great,” I say, though still not looking his way.
“Yeah, Michael’s cool. I wish it could’ve worked out with my schedule to play the second lead,” he laments. “Hey, my agent has me flying out to Vegas in a couple of months for the Formula 1 race. Isn’t your cousin scheduled to race there this year?”
“His team will be there, so that means he’s racing,” I reply.
My cousin, Travis, is a Formula 1 driver. And a damn good one at that.
“You should come.”
“Have to see if filming is completed by then. It should be.” The filming ofLate Nightsis expected to go on for at least another month and a half. It’s been two weeks since we started filming.
“We might …” All of a sudden filming schedules and Formula 1 races are all pushed to the wayside when I overhear soft, feminine laughter. My skin crackles from the sound.
She’s here.
A few feet ahead, I spot two women, trudging up the hill, both wearing black leggings, one in a loose-fitting white workout top while the other has on a black and grey crop top.
“I can’t believe you said that,” Ivy’s voice floats to my ear like a siren call.
“Where are you going?” Scott’s voice is suddenly behind me, instead of by my side. That’s the only way I know I’ve now left him in the dust to catch up with Ivy and the woman I presume to be her best friend and roommate.
“Imagine finding you here,” I say, coming up beside her. My arm shoots out, catching Ivy when she stumbles due to surprise.
“Shit, sorry for scaring you,” I apologize, still holding onto her arm.
“Andreas.”
God, I adore hearing her say my name. I bite my tongue to keep from telling her exactly that, but only because there are other people around.
“Andreas Knight?” a foreign voice says, making me look over at her friend.
“The one and only.”
Her friend actually rolls her eyes. “Actors are so full of themselves,” she mutters.
“Mya,” Ivy shushes.
“What? I work with them all day.”
“That’s right. Mya Palmer, entertainment lawyer extraordinaire,” I say, stretching out my free hand because my other one is still holding onto Ivy. “I’ve heard excellent things about your work.”
Her eyebrows come close to meeting the brim of her hat. “You’ve heard of me?”
