“Aw, come on. You can help me house hunt. It’ll be fun,” she offers.
“Living together would be fun—and economical. It’s the smart decision.”
“If we’re talking smart decisions, we should revisit your brilliant keg stand.”
I tap her knee. “Shh… none of that right now.”
She giggles. “That’s what I thought.”
CHAPTER
THREE
MIRANDA
“Huge fan, Jen… I mean, Ms. Aniston. Can I call you Jen?”
Miles’s words tumble out in a flurry as he clutches the actress’s hand far too long, shaking it so vigorously her polite smile falters.
I jab him in the side, and he finally lets go. “Sorry,” he blurts, breathless. “I’m just so honored to meet you.”
The actress’s smile softens—this one genuine—as she steps away from the overeager fan also known as my date. “Have a great night,” she calls, hurrying off with her entourage.
Miles turns to me, gripping my arms. Leaning close, he half whispers, half shouts, “That was Jennifer Aniston. Oh my God, my mom would die! We grew up watchingFriendsreruns every night. I can’t believe I just shook her hand.” His excitement vibrates through my arms.
“So you’re happy to meet her?”
“Yes! Are you kidding? This is like—” He stops, narrowing his eyes. “You’re joking.”
I laugh. “Obviously. You’re clearly ecstatic.”
“Thank you so much for bringing me, Miranda.” He wraps me up in a hug that nearly unpins my updo. “This is a dream come true.”
“I honestly thought you’d be a little more chill,” I tease, patting his back. “And Miles—my hair.”
“Sorry.” He releases me, stepping back. “I’m just…so excited.”
“I can tell.” I smooth my hair, checking for casualties.
“Still perfect,” he assures, eyes scanning. “Exactly like when we left the hotel.”
“Good,” I exhale. “Gentle hugs from now on. This hair has to survive the after-parties.”
He grins. “The after-parties. Who do you think will be there?”
His boyish enthusiasm makes him look younger and so sweet. “I’m sure there’ll be plenty of actors for you to fangirl over,” I tease.
“Nice.” He draws out the word with a slow shake of his head before his gaze drifts over me. “Have I told you how stunning you look? Seriously, you’re a goddess.”
I dip into a playful curtsy. “You have, but feel free to keep saying it.”
“Oh, I will. It’ll be hard not to.” His eyes sweep the red carpet. “You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight, Sunshine. That’s the truth.”
I arch a brow. “More beautiful than your new friend Jen?”
He smirks. “Fine—you’re tied for most beautiful.”
“I’ll take it.” I gesture toward the entrance. “Should we find our seats?”
