“See? This is why you called me. I’m the genius.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.”
Her coffee starts streaming down into her cup. “Coffee’s ready. I’m going to go wake up the hubster, and in the meantime, text me any ideas you might have to win back Jasper’s heart.”
“I will.”
She shakes her head, sipping from her mug. “I can’t believe you let me prattle on about how well you and Jasper would go together and you knew him the whole time.”
I point a finger at her. “He didn’t know who I was then.”
“My point exactly. If you have that much chemistry with someone who didn’t even know who you were, then clearly you two are a fit and I called it.”
“Can you call it when I was already messaging with him?”
“Let me have this one.” She laughs. “And maybe if you go to a game to win him back, you can take me to the boy aquarium with you?”
She waggles her brows at me.
“You said you wouldn’t call it that anymore.”
“I get one more.” She holds up her finger. “Consider it your payment for lyingto me.”
“You said you weren’t mad!” I scoff.
“I’ll pretend to be if it means I can call it that.” She winks.
“I’m hanging up now. Goodbye.”
“Love you!”
I tap the screen to end the call. Sitting up, I pull Dolly into my lap and start to scratch behind her ears.
Whatever I do, it has to be good. And include Zucchini.
Which gives me an idea. I only hope it means Jasper will talk to me again.
Chapter Ten
JASPER
It’s early. Practice doesn’t start for another few hours, but I needed to come in and clear my head. Ever since the gala, I’ve been spinning out. Finding out that the woman I’ve been talking to knew who I was this whole time?
It feels like a betrayal. I don’t care that she’s the world’s biggest pop star. I hate that she lied about knowing who I was.
I need to put Quinn out of my head. Or is it Genevieve?
I feel like such an idiot to let myself get played like that.
Throwing my bag into my locker with a little more force than necessary, I stalk off to the weight room.
It’s blissfully empty.
Grabbing a set of weights, I start my normal workout routine. Today, the burn is welcome. I need it.
It helps clear my head, pushing away all thoughts of the gala and the woman I’ve been talking to these last few months.
By the time I got home that night, there were messages waiting for me from her. I couldn’t bring myself to look at them—I was too mad. Still haven’t, if I’m being honest, no matter how tempting they are.
