I laughed, rolling my eyes, though I wished her words were true. “I think he felt sorry for me after what happened.”
“Ithink he was trying to get in your pants after watching your striptease on the plane.”
“Please.” I held up my hand, closing my eyes. “Don’t remind me. God, it was mortifying.”
“I bet he thought it was hot. Where is he now?”
“Probably in his room, as he should be.” I stood, grabbing my toiletries and heading to the bathroom. “I told you—there’s nothing happening between us.”
“But we both know you want it to,” she said. I hesitated, and that was enough to make her point at the screen. “Wait. Did something already happen?”
“No.” I did my best to keep a straight face as I propped my phone against the bathroom mirror.
“Liar.” Her smile widened, and she tucked her leg beneath her. “Spill.”
“What are you up to?” I asked, noticing makeup set out beside her. “A new video to film?”
“It can wait.” She waved a hand through the air. “So…what happened?”
“This is going to sound so cheesy,” I said, covering my face with my hands. “But it felt like we had a moment.”
“What kind of moment?”
“I’m sure it was all in my head. It was silly, really.” I removed my contacts.
“I need details, Sumner.”
“Well—” I leaned against the counter. “He sort of kissed my cheek.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, he also kissed the corner of my mouth, but it could’ve been an accident. I mean, you know how it is when someone kisses you on the cheek and you both move at the same time, and…” I was rambling.
“Sumner.” My attention snapped to her. “Did you move?”
I thought about it a minute, but I already knew the answer. “No.”
“Oh my god!” she squealed, kicking her feet. “Then what happened?” I was waiting for her to bust out a bucket of popcorn.
“Nothing. He pulled back and walked away.”
“Did he say anything? Do anything else?” she asked, to which I only shook my head.
“But you wish he had. You wanted something to happen.” It wasn’t a question.
“It doesn’t matter what I want. It willneverhappen.”
“Because of your dad?”
“That’s a big part of it, but Jonathan still views me as the child he watched grow up.” He’d said as much—several times.
“Hm.” She paced the floor of her room, then stopped and tapped a finger to her lips. I knew that expression.
“Uh oh,” I said, already anticipating whatever crazy idea was bound to come out of her mouth. Preparing to shut it down.
“Now, hear me out.”
“No, Piper. He’s my boss, and he’s letting me coach him. How would that look to future clients? How would my dad feel?”
