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Sure you were.

WYATT

A guy can’t even help a friend out anymore. Wow.

Is that what we are?Friends? My heart drops when I see that in his text. I don’t like how that sounds.

ME

Ha, ha, FRIEND. Appreciate the offer. All good here.

As soon as I send the text, I immediately regret writing FRIEND in all caps. It looks passive aggressive. And it sounds like I’m mad now and blowing him off. Ugh. This is why I don’t text back immediately. I need a minute to compose responses.

WYATT

Raincheck?

ME

Sure.

I let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t seem bothered by my response. And as much as I hate the sound offriendcoming from him, right now, it’s really all I’m able to offer him, too.

twenty

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BLAIR

“I needto confess that I have a small crush on Grant Hall,” Sophia tells me as she gets into my car.

“Please don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need any more women to feed his ego!” I joke with her.

She looks at me, her brows knit with worry. “Is he a jerk?”

“No, no, I was kidding. He’s actually one of the nicest guys in Hollywood. He’s tough. He takes his job seriously and has a bit of a reputation for being a hard-ass, depending on who you ask.”

I give her the background on how he rose through the ranks and is a bit of a box-office whisperer. In an industry that is competing with technology giants and using data to get ahead, Grant is someone who believes in following his gut vs. following data. He has an exceptional ability to understand and read people and an even better aptitude for what audiences and fans want.

“I sound terrible,” Sophia says. “I don’t mean to demean his talent and make it about his looks, but the guy is so hot!”

I throw my head back and laugh. It is so refreshing to see someone as talented as she is, and currently in the biggestspotlight there is, act like a normal twenty-something with a crush.

Celebrities. They’re just like us.

“He’s definitely what some would refer to as a DILF.”

“He’s a dad?” Sophia snaps to look at me, her shock apparent.

“Yeah, and if you think he’s charming now, just wait until he brings his daughter to an event. Any woman in the vicinity will feel her ovaries melt.”

“Oh, so is he with someone, then?” I catch a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.

“No, and that is the big mystery. Geneva is the mother, but she’s not in the picture at all.”

“The supermodel?” Sophia asks. “That child must be gorgeous.”

“Yeah, they were an item for a hot minute a few years ago. He has full custody, though. I don’t know the story there. No one does. He’s very private about his personal life.”