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“Mitchell is not in love with me,” Julie insisted.
“You sure about that?”
Yes. More sure than I want to be. “I’m not his type,” Julie replied. “Not even close. Deep down he knows that. Knows that I’ll never be what he’s looking for.”
“Then why hasn’t he kicked you to the curb yet?” Grace asked.
Julie faltered. It was a good question. Why had Mitchell stuck around when he’d made it clear from the first that he thought she was fake and manufactured?
“I don’t know!” she wailed, throwing her hands in the air in desperation. “This is why I have to end it. Everything’s gotten too complicated.”
Riley sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Look, I can’t believe I’m saying this, since this was my idea and all, but you don’t have to write it.”
Julie shot her an exasperated look. “I wish you’d thought of that before you sold me out in the staff meeting. I was trying to back out of it, remember? But now that Camille knows the details, she can’t stop talking about it. Not only do I have to write it, but I have to make it good.”
“Camille would understand,” Grace said. “Just explain the situation. Tell her that emotions have gotten involved.”
Julie’s head shot up. “Tell her I’ve compromised my undercover research? I might as well just wrap a bow around my benefits and hand them to Kelli.”
Grace gave her a sad look, and Julie hated that they’d been friends for so long. She could read what Grace was too kind to say out loud: You get Mitchell or the story. Not both.
“What if you explained the situation to Mitchell?” Riley said, helping herself to a sip of Julie’s now abandoned drink.
Julie gave her a look. “And say what? ‘Hey, sorry I lured you into a fake relationship so that I could write all about it’?”
“He’s going to know that anyway when he reads the article,” Grace pointed out.
“Sure, but then he’ll read it. I won’t have to tell him.”
I won’t have to look into his eyes.
Groaning, she tipped forward and banged her head gently on the table. For the first time in her life, Julie really and truly hated herself. Not only for her selfish deception, but for the absolute cowardice that was now crippling her.
“It would be like ripping off a Band-Aid,” Riley said, knocking lightly on the back of Julie’s skull. “Just explain to him that it started off as harmless curiosity, but it’s turned into something more and that you want to be straight with him. He’ll probably be mad at first, but he sounds like a mellow guy. Eventually he’ll appreciate that you came clean. You could even give him the opportunity to read the story before it goes to press, and you can cut anything he doesn’t like. Hell, maybe he’ll like being famous.”
He won’t.
“I can’t tell him,” she said, not looking at her friends. “Not yet.”
“It’ll come out eventually.”
“I know,” Julie snapped. “You think I don’t know that? But I need to get my feelings untangled.”
“So they are tangled?” Grace asked, pouncing on the word choice. “I was right, wasn’t I? He’s not the only one who’s falling in love.”
Julie scowled. Grace didn’t have to sound so triumphant. As far as she could tell, falling in love sucked.
If that was even what was going on here.
Gawd, she wanted out of this. It was too messy, too painful, just too damn much. She wanted to go back to the way things were. Back to before Mitchell, when her life had been simple and the men had been harmless.
She needed …
Julie sat up slowly, inspiration striking.
“You know what I need?” Julie said. “I need a date.”
Her friends frowned in confusion. “I thought you were just talking about cutting the cord. Maybe you should let that vodka ease out of your system and see Mitchell tomorrow.”
