“London.”
Her breath hitched. “You’re moving overseas?”
“I was. I’m not anymore, not with the girls.”
Seeing her response to my move overseas—after she hadn’t even seen me for twenty years—did something to me. It made me feel things I knew I had no right to feel. Hell, seeing her again after twenty years made me feel things I had no right to feel.
“Was it for work? Did you have a job lined up?”
“No. I mean, yes, I had a job lined up, but that’s not why I was moving. I’ve been doing long distance for a few years so.”
“Long distance?” Her brow furrowed. “Oh, a girlfriend.”
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
I couldn’t be sure, but I could have sworn that I saw a flash of something in her eyes. Disappointment. Jealousy.
“And how does Long Distance feel about you not moving over?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t told her.”
Her eyes widened. “You haven’t told her?”
“She’s unavailable.”
“Unavailable.”
Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone that Genesis was shootingSASor any reality TV show in case they guessed which one she was on. She’d signed a non-disclosure and could get in a lot of trouble if her name leaked before it was announced. But I knew if Billie kept asking, I would end up telling her. She’d always been able to get information out of me.
“She’s working.”
“Working?” Billie repeated, then pressed on. “Is she in the military?”
“She was, but she’s not anymore.”
“Sooo, what is she like a spy or something?”
“No.” I couldn’t help but smile at where Billie’s mind went. “I’m not dating a spy.”
“What-is-her-job?” She said each word separately and slowly.
“She’s a model.”
“So she’s shooting something.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t call her?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“She doesn’t have access to her phone.” As soon as I said it, I knew I’d said too much.
Billie stared at me, and I could see the wheels in her pretty head turning. The puzzle pieces were all flying around as she tried to solve the mystery. I knew I was in trouble when she set her Capri Sun down, her jaw dropped, and she sank back against the counter. “No.”
