Renea chuckles. “I’m a much better agent than I am a cheerleader. That’s for sure.”
I despise this woman.
Renea the Agent is now public enemy number one.
You don’t even know her, Riley. Maybe she’s just friendly.
Yeah, right. At twelve years old, my obsession with Nathan Campbell was professional enough that I could’ve earned adegree in it. I know a pining, one-sided love affair when I hear one. And this woman, even through the phone, is down bad.
My eyes jerk to Nat.
There he goes again, collecting hearts like they’re hat tricks.
I feel Nat glancing at me as he says, “Hey, Renea, thanks for checking in, but I’m kind of in the middle of something so…”
“Before you go, I had one more thing to tell you.” Renea hesitates. “It’s of a more… personal nature.”
Mouth firming into a thin line, I twist in my seat and glare out the window. If this woman confesses that she’s in love with Nat, I’m going to jump out of this moving car. I swear.
“I’m listening.”
“Layla called me a few days ago. She wants to sit down with Chance McLanely and his girlfriend for her relationship podcast. She asked me to introduce her.” Renea scoffs. “As if I have Chance McLanely’s number on speed dial.”
Nat chokes. “Well, Layla is… resourceful.”
“I thought I should warn you. Just in case she gets in contact and tries to weasel some information out of you.”
“I appreciate the heads-up.”
The call ends.
Nat blows out a breath.
I face him tentatively. “Was she talking about…thatLayla?”
“My ex-girlfriend? Yeah.”
I wince on his behalf. Nat had been dating a social media influencer and model for two years. They were often photographed together and he was a frequent guest on her vlogs.
Not that I watched.
Okay I watcheda handfulof times, but only on really bad days when I had zero self-control.
“Do you know what happened?” Nat asks, rubbing his chin.
“What happened…”
“Between me and Layla?”
“I only know you broke up,” I assure him. “I never asked Chris about the details and he didn’t share.”
Nat bobs his head.
I wait.
Then I wait some more.
Then I start fiddling with my purse because it’s none of my business, but I want to ask so badly.
