I looked at what I’d packed so far. I had two large suitcases and a tall rolling case that housed my make-up and my hair and skincare products. Maybe I would struggle.
“Why do you need so much stuff anyway?”
“I’m going for a month.”
Dillon snorted. “You know they have washing machines in London, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I need options.”
“Have you packed your entire wardrobe?”
“No.” I gestured to my open wardrobe to prove my point. I’d left at least a quarter of my clothes behind. “Help me choose between these two jackets.”
“I have no clue. Eeny, meeny—”
“Uh. What are you doing? You can’t choose clothes by doing Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe.”
“Why not? I do it all the time.”
I gasped, horrified. “You don’t.”
“I do. Not that I have as many clothes as you. My biggest decision is whether I want to wear a blue or white shirt to an interview.” He checked his watch. “Speaking of which, I have an interview in two hours.”
“Where?”
“At one of the banks in town.”
“I can’t see you as a bank clerk.” I chose the denim jacket and laid it over one of the suitcases. It would go with more things.
“A job’s a job,” Dillon said.
“Really?”
“At this point, yes.”
I hung the suede jacket in the wardrobe and pulled out two coats. One was an adorable mid-thigh double-breasted raincoat, while the other was a gold bomber jacket.
“But it’s not what you want to do.”
Dillon flipped the magazine closed and flopped onto his back. “I don’t know what I want to do. I’m not like you or Xander. I don’t have my life mapped out.”
“Nor do I.”
“Sure you do. You want to be a model. You’re going to light up the catwalk one day soon. You’ve got your sights fixed on that and nothing else. Xander has his social-media stuff, and I…” He blew out a breath. “I have a business degree and no plan whatsoever. But I need a job, and this is the first place that’s looked at my resumé and hasn’t turned me away. The raincoat is cuter.”
“Do you think?” I hugged it to my chest. “I think so too.” I put the bomber jacket away and sat beside Dillon. “I don’t think you should settle for a job you won’t enjoy.”
“I need money, Jae.”
“Don’t we all?”
“You’ll be raking it in once you’re Britain’s top male model.”
“Most models don’t make that much.”
“No, but you will. I believe in you, Jae.”
“Aww! I believe in you too.”
