“I’m a model.”
Of course.“Are you a working model?”
Sarah gaped at me like I’d asked a ridiculous question. “What do you think?”
“I’m thinking you probably make a very good living.”
“And you would be right.”
We stopped at her door. As she fumbled with the key card, she asked. “So whose body do you guard?”
“I think you know.”
“You travel with him, then?”
Crap. She was back to Jake again. “Yes.”
“On tour?”
“Yep.”
“That’s got to be exciting.”
“Um… yeah, it’s a nice gig if you can get it.”
“Have you ever had to guard his body, like, for real?”
“All the time,” I nodded. “Usually just overzealous groupies, though.”
“What would happen if someone was really threatening him? Would you throw yourself in front of a bullet for him?”
Without hesitation, I replied, “Yes.”
“Really?” She grinned, putting her hands on her hips like she thought I was joking.
I stopped and stared down at her. My jaw cramped as I ground my teeth in irritation. I never joked about Jake’s life. Ever. “I would die for him,” I replied.
Sarah’s expression softened as if she were realizing, for the first time, that I was more than just Jake’s stupid sidekick. “Well nowthat’sinteresting.”
* * *
Irolled off Sarah. It had taken about five minutes to finish our emotionless tryst. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but there was definitely no spark. Not like I expected one, or even wanted one, for that matter. Sarah was just a hook up… one of many.
Afterward, we made uncomfortable small talk. Really, I just wanted out of there.
“Do you live in LA?”
“Just outside. Why?”
“You know, I’m going to be there in a couple of days for work. Maybe we can hook up again.”
“I’m actually leaving for the Cook Islands next week.”
“Must be nice. On vacation?”
“No, I’m gonna be onMarooned.”
“The reality show?” Sarah bolted upright, her attention piqued. “No way!”
