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Other guys. Snow’s smile froze.
This was all kinds of awkward, but the agreement clearly stated that the men all understood none of them had her exclusively to themselves. Not unless Snow chose to. In high school, she and her boyfriend had gotten so jealous over the smallest interactions they heard taking place.
There wasn’t any room for jealousy in a show like this. Preston was proof of that.
Even so, the moment felt as though it had been severed. “Thanks for running with me, Clay. I think I’ll turn in.” She tapped on her treadmill to slow its pace.
“Don’t go. I’m sorry. I never meant to make it sound like you spend your time running with guys. It was a poorly worded attempt at praising myself and came out completely wrong.”
Snow was suddenly exhausted—emotionally more than physically. “It’s okay,” she said, stepping off and resting a hand on her waist. “I know you didn’t mean it to come across that way. It’s just been an interesting day and previous events are getting to me.”
He looked at her with concern. “You okay?”
Touched by his concern, she smiled. “Fine. I’m just tired.”
“Get some rest and take care of yourself. Want me to walk you to your room?”
Snow retreated. Once was enough for one day. “No, thanks.”
Clayton nodded before lowering his head. Snow wanted to remedy this. She didn’t want to leave their time together on such a downward note.
“Don’t sweat it, okay?” she said. “I like you, Clayton. I had fun talking to you. I really am just tired.”
His spirits seemed to lift. He lowered his shoulders again. “I like you, too, Snow. You have a good night.” He reached for her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and stepped out of the gym.
The minute she was alone, Snow exhaled. She meandered to the door before resting her shoulder against it. The videographer, Luis, approached. His camera was down, a fact she was grateful for.
“Four interactions with your bachelors in one day,” he said, smiling kindly at her. “A bit much, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said, exhaling again. She was amazed at the unexpected emotional drain taking place within her. “I think I’ll request the morning to myself.”
“It’s okay if you need a day here and there,” Hector said. “Lisa would need a day to herself after one date, and you’ve technically had three in a row now.”
“Lisa?”
“The last Heartthrob.”
That’s right. Now that Luis mentioned it, Snow remembered the previous woman’s name. “You were her videographer too?”
“Si,” he said. “Just signal me and we can clear the room if you need a break. You can scratch your nose or something.”
Snow chuckled a little at that. “I thought you had to record all my interactions.”
“We have caught enough for today.” He winked.
The tension loosened from her shoulders. “Gracias, Luis,” she said.
“De nada. I will walk you to your room. For safety in case you get cornered by any other well-wishers.”
“Again, thank you.”
While she was relieved that the videographer and the crew weren’t bloodthirsty vultures out to get juicy content no matter the toll it took on her, Snow was shaken by the time she arrived in her suite. When Luis had offered to accompany her for safety, was that a general concern for her wellbeing, or a requirement because the studio felt she was in actual danger?
She hadn’t received another threatening note since the one her first night here, and she hadn’t thought much of it since, but did the studio know the threat had been sent to her? She hadn’t mentioned anything about it. She hadn’t put much stock in the threat, to be honest, but now she wondered if she should.
* * *
Snow wasunused to a horse’s rocking lilt beneath her as she rode, but she supposed it made sense that their movement would sway her. Judd held his horse’s reins in one hand and turned in his saddle, waiting for her horse to make its way toward his. And really, it was the horse leading the way, not her.
