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Sunnie continued, completely oblivious to what she was doing—solidifying something that was becoming more obvious by the second. “Just make sure you pick a woman based on the right reasons. Allison might have checked all the boxes, but I’m not sure that made her the one. You know what I mean?”
Landon nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.”
He loved Sunnie.
She was imperfectly perfect for him.
“Cool,” she said, clueless to what she’d just unleashed.
Landon glanced at the time on his phone. “We better get going.”
She took his hand this time, winking at what she considered great acting. He squeezed it fondly and they left the coffee shop.
Two hours later, Landon found himself sitting on a couch with Sunnie on the set of the morning show. She’d been right. He hated sitting in front of the cameras, under the lights. He felt like a jackass.
Landon had turned down countless requests for interviews, but he’d decided to bite the bullet on this one because he knew it was one of Sunnie’s favorite shows. And given the grin on her face, she definitely loved every minute of it.
Mercifully, he hadn’t had to say more than a few words as Sunnie took the lead. Not that this interview would help him at work. He would never live this down.
She was sticking to the truth, as they’d discussed, claiming that kiss changed everything between them. Sunnie didn’t realize exactly how accurate that was.
The anchorwoman, Beverly Monroe, sounded far too much like the women who’d written him love letters, constantly batting her eyes at him, flushing whenever he looked her direction, giggling at the two comments he’d made, even though neither had been particularly funny.
“I imagine,” Beverly said to Sunnie, “it became pretty obvious how Landon felt about you right after that kiss. The way he looked at you was…” The woman sighed for dramatic effect. “So dreamy! Every woman in the world wants to be looked at like that, am I right?”
For the first time, Sunnie faltered, clearly confused, her grin appearing frozen in place. It took a few seconds before she managed an unconvincing nod, and Landon wondered what was going on.
The cameraman gave Beverly a signal, music started playing as she closed the show. Once it was over, she thanked both of them for coming, shaking Landon’s hand a little longer than was probably polite.
Sunnie’s eyes narrowed briefly before she gave him a subtle, exasperated eye roll behind Beverly’s back.
They gathered their stuff and headed for the car. There were about twenty women standing outside the studio, and they pressed forward when he and Sunnie emerged. It took them a good ten minutes before they were able to push themselves free.
Once they were in the car, Sunnie said, “I get it.”
“Get what?”
“I’ve only really been dealing with tabloid photographers, who, while annoying, don’t invade my personal space like that. Did that one woman really just grab your ass?”
The woman had, her hand slipping away quickly when Landon turned, piercing her with his don’t-fuck-with-me cop face.
“Yeah. But on the plus side, there were fewer than before. First day after my name was released, I think there were close to seventy-five women outside the precinct.”
“Holy shit. I had no idea how crazy they’ve been.”
Landon pulled out of the parking garage, still bothered by Sunnie’s face at the end of the show. His gut was telling him that something didn’t make sense.
When Beverly had mentioned his face in the video, Landon realized she was perplexed—that she didn’t seem to know what the woman was referring to.
“Sunnie, have you seen the video of us?”
She appeared surprised—and then unnerved—by his question. And his suspicion was confirmed.
“Of course I have.”
“How many times?”
She turned away from him, looking out the passenger window. “I don’t know. Why does that matter?”
