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“We’re not done.” His warm breath tickled against my neck, causing the butterflies along my spine to flap their wings even quicker.
Then he was gone.
He uttered the words so softly that I wondered if I’d dreamed them. But then again, I’d like to think that if that moment hadn’t been real, I’d have come up with something far more romantic for him to say.
Slightly shaken, I rose from the couch and excused myself to Candace. The only place I could think of to hide for a few seconds and collect myself was the entry. Unsteadily, I made my way there, using my knowledge of the space to evade being followed by a camera.
As soon as I reached the entry, I let out an enormous sigh.
“I knew there was a story with you,” Laurel replied, a smug smile spread across her face.
I startled, unaware of anyone else in the quiet space.
“He’s my brother’s best friend. Of course we have history.”
“No, this is more than that.” For the second time that night, I felt like I was under examination. “I saw it a couple of nights ago, and I see it now. You two make me glad that we film practically live.”
“You do what now?” My eyes widened. She’d failed to mention that information.
“It’s not completely live. Whereas most of these dating shows film everything in its entirety and then edit it, I like to live life without a safety net.”
That meant no reshoots, no time for error. To play this game, I had to jump in with both feet. More importantly, I needed to watch my attitude about being here to begin with. Eyes on the prize: more business for the café, more opportunities.
“Cameras will go off at midnight, so no one will know you’re heading out. Of course, tonight isn’t applicable. The first night often goes into the early morning hours.”
“I can’t go to the café tonight?”
“It’ll be fine without you. You can go tomorrow night.”
“Laurel, you promised. This was part of the deal.”
If she was willing to go back on her word on night one, it didn’t bode well for the rest of my time here.
“I’m sorry I didn’t specify that tonight was the exception to that rule, but we have a lot to film. Several women will go home by the end of it. Maybe even you.”
“This is hardly fair—”
“Welcome to show business, Harper.” She smoothed her top and walked away, her sharp heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
What did I get myself into?
