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I glanced over at Reed, and he was sitting back, watching me intently. Reaching up with my free hand, I tugged on my tie.
“You caught me at a rare moment,” I added. “But it’s nice to speak to you too. Reed has told me good things.”
“Did he tell you about our psychic connection?”
“Oh, yeah. But I’m not much of a believer in all that.”
Reed suddenly leaned forward and mouthed what are you talking about and motioned for me to give him back the phone.
Rissa began to laugh. “I bet he’s making a face right now, wanting in on the conversation and asking you to give him back the phone.”
“Hell, maybe you are psychic,” I blurted out.
“Not really, it’s just that I’d do the same thing. We’re both terribly nosy.”
I let out another laugh. “Well, nosy or not, it was nice talking to you.”
“You as well, Tate. Have fun tonight.”
I passed the phone back to Reed and when he reached for it, our hands brushed. Another spark ran through me and fuck, I didn’t know if my heart could take any more shocks tonight.
When we arrived at the event, Reed leaned forward and tapped my knee. “Did Henn tell you about the promo?”
“I’m good.”
I was sweating like I was in detox.
Celia and Henn stepped out first, then me, Jules, and Reed. I turned and started to offer my hand to Reed and realized my mistake.
But not before I caught his surprised stare.
Instead of berating myself, I quickly pivoted and waved to the press and the crowds of people gathered on the sidewalk. Flashes went off like snaps of lightning, and I walked beside Celia until we reached the press gallery.
Reed stepped up beside me and my hands began to tremble.
One journalist yelled out Reed’s name. “Can we get a shot of you and Tate together?”
“I don’t know about that,” Reed teased the journalist. “This guy may be my friend but he’s a photo hog.”
The joke eased some of my tension and I fired back. “Don’t listen to him. He’s the former model. He never saw a camera he didn’t love.”
We stood, smiling, side by side, as the flashes continued to pop.
“Is it true that you two are signed up to star in a movie together? A project with Jared Elwood?” another reporter yelled out.
“Maybe. If Tate can pass the audition,” Reed quipped.
I turned to him and shook my head. “You mean, if you can work for more than three hours a day.”
“Ouch,” Reed placed a hand on his chest and then smiled at the cameras. “You see what I put up with?”
There were fake laughs at our cheesy jokes and more photos. Without thinking, I placed my hand on his lower back.
And then, surprisingly, he did the same to me.
I fought the urge to step closer to him. More reporters yelled out our names as we smiled and did our bit.
It was the most natural I’d ever felt on the public stage and yet, the most nerve-wracking.
