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Katrina’s smile is sharp. “You catch on fast. I’m sure I can inspire a few songs for you to sing.”

I frown. “You been keeping up?”

“We’ve all been keeping up with your story, Tate. It’s a good one.” She rests her hand on my arm, her nails pressing against my skin, even through my suit jacket. “We could make a better one. Hollywood actress on the rise and popular singer given a second chance? A classic story.”

“How’s your follower count?” I raise my brows at her, and she removes her hand from my arm, sending me a disgusted look.

“Is that all you’re doing it for, then? Because she has a solid follower count and makes those idiotic ‘get ready’ posts?” Katrina rolls her eyes. “I’m aseriousactress. Not some dumb high schooler trying to make it as an influencer.”

“First of all, I’m not a high schooler anymore, and I’m definitely not dumb. I graduated valedictorian of my class.” Scarlett’s cool voice has us both turning in her direction. “And how serious of an actress can you be when you’re in a franchised action film and say all of... what? Five lines?”

Katrina glares, her lips thinning as she contemplates Scarlett. “Ten. I have ten lines.”

Scarlett’s amused. I can see it in her eyes. The way her lips curve, like she might burst out laughing at any second.

And I’m... proud. Proud that she stood up for herself to Katrina. Scarlett looked her right in the eye and called her out.

That was kind of hot.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Katrina pushes her chair back and rises to stand. “Spoiled little princess.”

With a huff she takes off, headed to the bathroom, no doubt. Another actress from the film goes to follow her, and I wonder if they’re going to do drugs in the bathroom.

I wouldn’t doubt it. Taking a hit of something eases the sting of taking an insult from a well-spoken and freakin’ gorgeous eighteen-year-old.

I angle myself more toward Scarlett, my back now to Katrina’s seat as I slide my arm around the back of Scarlett’s chair. “You popped off.”

Scarlett straightens her shoulders, her expression serious. “She was totally coming onto you. And insulting me in the process.”

“You put your back to me, talking to that actor,” I remind her. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“I sort of was, but I realized you didn’t make me mad. She did.” Scarlett’s posture relaxes. “It felt good, saying that.”

“You were impressive.” I shift my arm closer to her, my fingers sliding over her upper arm.

She smiles. “I don’t do that enough. Voice my opinion. Defend myself.”

“You’re pretty good at it. Maybe you should do that more often.”

“In the situation we’re currently in, I have a feeling I’m going to need to,” she admits, dipping her head.

“Hey.” I slip my fingers beneath her chin and tilt her face up, her gaze meeting mine. “You have nothing to worry about. I wasn’t interested in her at all.”

Her smile is tremulous. “Is that because of—” She waves her hand, and I know what she’s referring to.

The contract. The agreement we’re locked into.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m not interested in anyone else.”

“Oh yeah?” she breathes.

“Yeah.” I dip my head, brushing her lips with mine. “I’m only interested in you.”

CHAPTER31

SCARLETT

During dinner, things shift between Tate and me, which has become a common theme with us. One I’m enjoying.

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