As the woman floated on air into a nearby building, I scanned Tripp’s handsome face. “You enjoy that.”
“Sometimes,” he said. “Not when it’s just some asshole trying to get a rise out of me. Or ask for money. Or for a role. Or when they want me to sign shit that’ll be listed for sale online before I drive away. But when it’s an actual fan, yeah. I enjoy it.”
“That’s good.”
And enviable.
The enjoying-the-perks-of-his-job part, at least. The rest of it sounded like hell to me. Though, I wasn’t exactly in a position to judge the invasiveness since I’d just secretly installed a location tracker.
Guilt swirled through me, and I did my best to hide it as I passed his phone over with a quick, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I turned away, but his hand went to my door, caging me in and preventing me from opening it.
Oh shit, he saw what I was doing. He knows.
He knows!
But his voice was a low rumble when he asked, “Are you forgetting something, Greer?”
How to breathe.
How to think.
How much I used to dislike my name since the way you say it makes me love it.
Before I could open my mouth to blurt any of that—or confess my app stalking or the even more inappropriate thoughts filling my head—he said, “You still have my keys.”
Oh.
Right.
Smooth one, Greer.
Real smooth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE NEPO BABY IS GETTING LOCKED IN FOR HIS NEXT ROLE. HOPEFULLY, IT’S WORTH IT
GREER
I’m going to quit.
I wasn’t even sure what I was quitting at that point.
My job with Tripp.
College.
Being my mother’s daughter.
Life as Greer Moore.
Any of it.Allof it.
The idea of changing my name before fleeing into the darkness sounded more and more appealing as the night went on.
I could run away and join the circus.
