Page 6 of Sweetheart
"Well, well," I said, "the Sam Bishop knows his princesses. Who would've guessed?"
"Thanks to my sister," he said. "And I still don't get why you keep sayingthebefore my name. Makes no sense."
It made sense to me.
He'd always beentheSam Bishop in my head. As in the one and only, the original, the Sam Bishop who stole my heart at agetenand refused to give it back. I couldn't say any of that to him, though, so I just shrugged.
"I was hired to play a wedding," I said.
"And they asked you to dress like a princess?"
I shook my head. "The bride wanted a very specific shade of blue. Not baby blue,aqua or cornflower. Royal blue is what they asked for. This is what I had, so…"
Sam nodded. "Looks good on you."
"Yeah, right," I said with a scoff.
"I'm serious."
Feeling my cheeks heat, I crossed my arms.
"Gotta be honest, though, I wasn't sure if you'd be able to fit all that in the car.That's a lot of material."
His words startled a laugh out of me, and I gave a mental curse. I would not be charmed by him. The guy couldn't even remember my name for goodness sakes.
"Is part of it still hanging out the door or…?" he said innocently.
"Ha ha," I said, "very funny, Bishop."
"Got a laugh out of you, Kent."
Well.
At least he remembered my last name, I thought.
"And I'm assuming if I hadn't been able to fit inside your inadequately-sized sports car"—he scoffed—"you would've just left me on the side the road?"
Sam shook his head."Nah, I would'vejust had you take the dress off."
My jaw dropped, and he cocked a brow.
"It could fit in the trunk," he said.
"That would be kind of hard to explain if we got pulled over," I said.
"Not really. We'd just say we're dating and got a little carried away. Teenagers, young love, and all that." Samshot me a small smile. "We're supposed to be out, living it up. Right?"
My cheeks were so red they could start a forest fire.
Luckily, it was dark in the car, so I didn't think he could see.
"Careful there," I said lightly. "I'm not sure your girlfriend would appreciate you flirting with me."
"One, who says I was flirting with you?" Sam said. "And two, even if I was,it's fine.I don't have a girlfriend."
"What?" I said.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "There's no girl. I'm single."
