Gulping, I turn to him. “My family…they won’t understand. In fact, now that the show is on the air, I expect a phone call any minute.”
“You’re in college—what career are you working toward?”
My temples throb at the thought. “I very seriously considered becoming a dentist specializing in pediatrics.”
He studies me. “Why?”
I scrunch my nose. “Dentists make good money, and children’s mouths don’t seem like they’d be as disgusting as adults.”
“But do youwantto be a dentist?”
“Not particularly. That’s why I’ve changed my mind.”
“You could become a pastry chef,” he offers.
I shake my head. “I don’t see myself baking for a living like that. I’m afraid I’d start to hate it.”
“You’ve charmed half of America. Maybe you can snag your own HBN show.”
I roll my eyes. “Half of America knows my name because ofyou.”
He snaps his fingers, his gray eyes lighting. “You could become my personal pastry chef—travel with me, use me as a guinea pig tester for new cupcake recipes for your cookbook.”
He’s only teasing, Harper.
I must remind myself because the scene that passes through my brain is far too domestic and appealing.
“Funny.”
Mason holds out his hands. “Trust me—some performers ask for far more on the road.”
I wave the thought away before I can let myself believe he’s serious.
“Don’t turn the offer down before you’ve seen my kitchen.” He sits on the couch, making himself comfortable.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Why not? I have a lack of homemade food in my life, and it sounds like you need a job while you’re working on your cookbook.”
“Are you always this impulsive?” I ask, laughing. “You barely know me.”
He grins in a devilish way that makes me a little wobbly. “But the part I’ve gotten to know, I like. Quite a lot.”
A text comes in, and I’m happy for the distraction. My brain is whirring with possibilities. Traveling the world with Mason? Working on my cookbook along the way?
No, it’s insane.
“And it starts,” I murmur.
“What’s wrong?” Mason’s off the couch in an instant.
“It’s Riley. Mom just called her.”
He looks surprised. “That was fast.”
“Tell me about it.” I sigh. “I should probably go so I can do damage control.”
Before I leave, Mason catches my hand. “You’re still going with me tomorrow, right?”
