With a groan, I reach over and crack an eye open to see who it is.
Swiping the screen, I bring it to my ear.
“Yeah?” I croak.
Laughter hits my ears, and I cringe.
“Jesus, someone had a good night,” Parker teases. “Why wasn’t I invited?”
“I—I—” I clear my throat in the hope of making my voice work.“I didn’t go out,” I tell her honestly.
I didn’t do anything last night other than toss and turn in bed, reliving the moment yesterday when he looked into my eyes and discovered the truth.
I can’t decide if I’m mortified or thrilled that he recognized me.
That excitable teenage girl inside me is doing backflips over the fact he clearly didn’t forget about me the second he walked out of the room. But the sensible side of me knows that I fucked up.
I underestimated him. And now…now I don’t know how he’s reacting to the whole thing.
I want to say he doesn’t care, that he can put that night into a neat little box and focus on the upcoming season.
But I’m fucking terrified that he can’t, and that it’ll be my fault if he’s not fully focused.
A laugh erupts. Who the hell do I think I am?
That night might have blown my mind and set the bar for any future man I may sleep with, but it doesn’t mean I had the same impact on him.
He might be going through a dry spell—if the gossip is to be believed—but that doesn’t mean I was anything memorable.
He’s previously been linked to numerous actresses and models.
I will have been nothing compared to those.
He didn’t even know who I was at the time, so there was no thrill of doing something he shouldn’t be for him.
Not that I think he’s the kind of man to break the rules for the fun of it.
Lincoln would, but not Kodie.
“What’s so funny?” Parker asks, wanting in on my private joke.
I can’t help but laugh again.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks, sounding a little more concerned.
“Yeah,” I say, trying to believe my own words. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You sound it,” she deadpans. “I was calling to see if you fancied breakfast and a trip to the mall, but I’m making it compulsory now.”
“What if I have plans?” I tease, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling.
I don’t. I have no plans this weekend. But that’s not the point.
“Then cancel them. Unless, of course, it’s with your mystery man from last weekend…”
“Parker.”
I may have confessed that I was at the masquerade ball—I couldn’t exactly do anything else, after her detective stint—and Imay have admitted that I hooked up with someone, but despite her pleading, I didn’t give a name.
