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“Anything you care to share with the class?” He waved an arm around, pretending like we were surrounded by inquiring minds.
I shook my head. “Not really.”
He sat down across from me and downed the entire glass of water that I’d poured. “Thank you for this. Do you mind if I get some more?” He pushed to stand back up.
“Not at all. It’s in the fridge.”
I watched as his body moved, taking note of just how broad his arms and shoulders had filled out. He’d discarded part of the costume, and he was now wearing a formfitting black T-shirt that literally hugged every perfect muscle on his upper body. It wasn’t fair.
He’d been good-looking back in college, but this was another level completely. Adult Tyson Hunter was a freaking god. No wonder he was so famous.
“I’m quitting the show,” he said before sitting down.
My eyes widened, and I knew that I couldn’t hide my surprise even if I tried. Seven years he’d be gone and living in New York. Well, at least as far as I knew, that was what he’d been doing.
“You are? Why?”
His shoulders shrugged half-heartedly. “I think it’s time. There’s really nothing more for my character to do. I think if I stay, they’ll start giving me really ridiculous storylines that I’ll be embarrassed about.”
I nodded, pretending like I had any idea what exactly it was that he meant. I’d stopped myself from watching his hit TV show in the beginning. And now, I didn’t even have cable anyway.
Tyson started laughing. “You don’t watch the show, do you?”
“No,” I admitted with a proud grin, like being able to resist seeing him over the years had made me stronger somehow.
Note to self: it really hadn’t.
“Do you think it’s a bad business move if I leave?”
It was like we’d slipped right back into our old roles. The ones where we asked each other for business advice and took it like it was gospel. Or at least, we used to. That was before he’d gotten an agent who contradicted the things I said and who he started defending and choosing over me.
“What does your agent think?” It was a shit thing to say, and we both knew it, but I was still resentful when it came to her and wanted the chance to be petty.
“I haven’t told her yet.”
“People quit shows all the time. I think it’s better than staying and hating what they turn your character into. You’d be miserable.”
“I know. I’m kind of miserable now,” he admitted, and I cocked my head to the side and studied him.
If it were any other guy, I would have wondered if he was telling me the truth or if he was just working some angle to get a sympathy screw. But Tyson had never been a liar, and I could tell that he was being truthful.
“Why are you so miserable?” I wondered.
He had everything he’d ever wanted—fame, success, money, his choice of roles.
“I’m tired. Exhausted really. I’ve been working nonstop since I left.” His voice cracked at that moment, and he cleared his throat. “I want to move back home. I miss the weather. I hate being cold.”
When I didn’t say anything in response, he leaned forward, his elbows on the table as he looked me right in the eyes and held my stare. “Have you seen any of my movies?”
I hated the way being looked at like that rattled me to my core and made me wet. The last thing I wanted was to be turned on by him, but my body didn’t get the memo. Tyson’s dark eyes, with those little blips of yellow, got to me every time. They always had. I felt like he could see right through me.
“Eve.” His voice broke the spell I was under.
“Huh?”
“My movies. Have you seen any?”
I shook my head slowly, feeling more embarrassed instead of proud with this answer, although I wasn’t entirely sure why. “No.”
