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Georgia shrieked. “Oh my God! I need a play by play. No detail is too small.”
I shook my head. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“I don’t care about the kissing. I want to hear about the other stuff.” She wriggled her eyebrows.
I smiled coyly. “You might care if you knew where he kissed me.”
She shrieked again. “Tell me more!”
“That’s all you’re getting.”
She tsked. “You’re such a tease. I came home alone, and you won’t even let me live vicariously through you.”
“Sorry, girl. My lips are sealed.”
She sighed dramatically. “Just tell me one thing. Is he every bit the sex god he looks like he’d be?”
I blinked. I had no idea Georgia had thought of him that way, and I was irrationally jealous for a moment before I came to my senses. “Yes.”
“Please tell me he has a brother or a friend he can hook me up with. The next time you see him—”
“I’m not going to see him again.”
“Why not? I thought you said it was good.”
“Itwasgood, but it was just a one-night thing. I couldn’t see him again if I wanted to. I didn’t get his number.”
Georgia’s eyes widened. “Are you effing kidding me? Tell me you gave him yours at least.”
I shook my head again.
“Oh, honey.” She started pacing. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I’m sure there’s some way to reach him through his label or something.”
It was as if she hadn’t heard me before. “I don’t want to do that.”
She stopped. “Why not? It was obvious he was into you. And if my ex had given me that post-coital glow you’ve got going on right now”—she gestured in a wide circle that encompassed all of me—“I might have considered staying with him just because of it. So come on, you can be Watson to my Sherlock. We’ll find him.”
Georgia really wasn’t getting it, so I spelled it out as plainly as I could. “Even if I had his number, I wouldn’t call.”
She put her hand over her heart as if I’d said something blasphemous. “Why not?”
Given her single-and-ready-to-mingle rhetoric, I didn’t think Georgia would understand, but I tried to explain, anyway. “I’m here to start my singing career. Getting involved with someone would only impede that.”
“You don’t have toget involved,” Georgia protested. “You could just… you know…” She made a lewd gesture.
Despite myself, I laughed. “Ew! Did they teach you that in debutante school?”
She grinned. “You’d be surprised. I still say you’re missing an opportunity.”
I didn’t know how to explain to her that I would be in greater danger of missing an opportunity if I got involved with Trenton. I wasn’t one to do things halfway, including relationships. I couldn’t risk my focus being divided, not when I’d busted my ass to make it onto the show.
Trenton and I weren’t meant to be anything more than a memory—a once in a lifetime experience. I hoped he would remember me as fondly as I would remember him.
