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“Well, who? Don’t keep me in suspense.”
I braced myself for her reaction before speaking. “Trenton.”
″Trenton!″ she shrieked. “As in Trenton Mazer, the guy you hooked up with and ran out on?”
I cringed at her description, but I couldn’t deny it was accurate, especially considering he’d said nearly the same thing. In retrospect, it was a bitchy move. “The one and only.”
“If you get married and have beautiful babies, I amsoootelling you I told you so.”
“Whoa, slow down. Talk about putting the cart before the horse.” I paused. “Except there is no cart. And there isn’t going to be a cart.”
“I’m just saying, it’s obviously fate. Why would you meet him and lose him only to find him again?”
“I didn’t lose him because I never had him. We had a one-night stand. That hardly constitutes a relationship.” That was exactly why I hadn’t wanted to say anything. My feelings about having Trenton as a partner—hell, Trenton in general—were complicated enough without adding Georgia’s commentary into the mix. He hadn’t been as easy to forget as I’d planned.
Granted, I’d been a little tipsy, but I’d still been an idiot for not realizing that. He was exactly the kind of guy I could see myself with—devastatingly handsome and funny, and he would certainly understand the business I was trying to break into. But the timing simply wasn’t right.
Georgia put on her turn signal and guided the car into the left lane. “I know. It’s just so fun to get you all riled up.”
I blew out a breath. “Really? Because we don’t have enough stress right now?”
She turned into the parking lot and picked a space off to the side. Once the car was in park, she turned to me. “I’m sorry. I forget that you are taking this competition a lot more seriously than I am. Not that I don’t take it seriously, but I can’t stress about it, or I’ll just freak myself out.” She pursed her lips. “That made no sense. I’m going to do the best I can and let the chips fall where they may. I might get voted off on the first show, so I don’t want to look back and wish I’d enjoyed and appreciated it more.”
That was a refreshing way of looking at it. I was intense through no fault of my own—it was in my DNA. It would do me good to adopt some of her philosophies. “You’re right.” I exhaled, hoping some of my stress would leave my body with the breath.
“I know I’m right. But what I’m also saying is that if something happens between you two, well…” She waggled her eyebrows at me.
Nothing could happen between Trenton and me, at least nothing more than what already had. I wouldn’t make the same mistake my mother did. She’d gotten pregnant with me when she was only twenty-one and already a nationally recognized cellist. The man she’d been with—my father—split as soon as she told him. That wasn’t the worst part, though. As she’d told me many times,try playing a cello with a big pregnant belly in the way.There was also the stigma of having a child out of wedlock in the hoity-toity world of classical music. Her blossoming career stalled out because she’d let herself fall for a man when she should have been focusing on her music. It took years for her to regain the momentum she’d lost. I’d heard the story so many times that I was petrified of making the same mistake—not necessarily getting pregnant, because I was on the pill, but getting distracted by a man when I should be focusing on my career.
I didn’t want to get into all that with Georgia, so I merely laughed and opened the car door. “Let’s go find you a flannel shirt for your photo shoot with Walter.”
