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He shrugs. “Since I got home. Don’t you want to know what they wanted my comment on?”
Something about how he asks tells me no, I really don’t.
“They’re vultures, Garrett. No one should care about the stuff they want to know.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw as he stares at me intently.
“Ask me,” he grinds out.
“Ask you...?”
“Ask me what they wanted to know.”
The rock in the pit of my stomach gets bigger.
“Ask me,” he repeats.
“What did they want?” My tongue drags across my dry lips nervously.
“They asked me how I felt about you shooting this new movie with Tucker. Why would they ask me that?” His voice has lost all its passion, and I suddenly wish that he was still as fired up as he was when I first walked in here.
“Um…” Shit. I meant to tell him. I’d been trying to figure out how. And now…he’d found out from the paparazzi. Not me.
“It’s a pretty easy question.”
I nod. “I-it is.”
“Tucker is playing Thomas.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“He is,” I answer anyway.
That muscle jumps again, but instead of anger, disappointment fills his gaze.
“You should have told me.”
“I didn’t know how,” I say, pacing into the room. “Get off the phone with Fiona and look at you and say what? ‘Gee, Garrett, thanks for the orgasms, but now I’m going to Ireland for three months on location with my ex-boyfriend, who will play my love interest?’”
He yanks a hand through his hair. “Yes. If it was the truth. You were willing to tell me you were leaving for Ireland for three months. But not with who! I deserved to hear it from you and not some fucking pap, Mia.”
“Why are you calling me that?”
I hate it. I’m not Mia to him. I’m Ames or Amelia or even baby.
Not Mia. Not with him.
“Because that’s who you are,” he retorts.
“Not to you,” I fire back.
“I didn’t use to think so.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He stares at me before closing the distance between us. Inches separate us. Heat radiates off his body and wraps around mine, so hot I’m surprised I’m not burning in the wake of it. But even if only inches separate us physically, emotionally, we couldn’t be further apart.
“What am I to you?” he asks.
“What?”
