“I know. Tell me about your plans for tonight.”
I frown. I don’t like letting her off so easy, but I know Morgan, and she won’t budge once she’s made up her mind. “Dinner at a local place.”
“With whom? Calvin?”
I shake my head at the same time I tell her no. “Remember the family I told you about?” I don’t wait for her to respond. “I’m going out with some of them.”
“The instructor?”
I clear my throat and shift so I’m parallel with the cushions. “Among others.”
Morgan groans.
“What?” A defensive edge creeps into my tone.
“You like him.”
I sigh, as if her accusation is an egregious transgression. Actually, I’m buying time.
“Quit stalling.”
Dammit.
“He’s nice, Morg. Just a friend. I told you that already.”
“Right. Three times. And that’s all you’ve said. Which is how I know you like him. Economy of words isn’t something you’ve been known to practice.”
“Are you calling me a motormouth?”
“I would never. I’m just saying that you tend to clam up when you like someone. You’re not a gusher.”
“Ew.” My lip curls. It’s official. I do not like the word ‘gusher.’
“I know. I don’t like it either. Strike it from the record.”
“So stricken.”
“Anyway,” she says with exaggeration. “Are you going to come clean, or what?”
I sigh. “He’s… pretty great.”
“Can you do any better than that?”
“Gorgeous. Charming. Funny. Tall. I like his nose.” It’s a good nose. Straight. “But he’s also fresh out of a divorce and has two kids, one of whom is basically a teenager and she’s figuring out how much she doesn’t like me.”
“If she’s basically a teenager then she doesn’t likeanybody.”
“Especially me.”
“Understandable.”
“I agree.” I can see it from Peyton’s point of view, and it’s not pretty. “But it doesn’t even matter. Warner and I have agreed to be just friends. It’s not the right time.”
“Leave it to you to create your own real-life romantic comedy when you’re shooting your last one.”
“I don’t know if I’d call this a romantic comedy.” I pick at a speck of lint on the cushion. “Maybe a Greek tragedy.”
“Let’s hope not. Those end very…”
