“I could ask you the same thing!” I capture her in a hug that lifts her off the ground. She pulls back enough to seek my eyes, her grin pulling wider.
Cora’s one of the rare model-turned-actresses who would probably be successful and stay grounded in any career she pursued. We met years ago in LA at a house party, but no matter how much time or how much fame comes between us, she always stays the same.
“I’m here for the next two months. Filming.”
“Oh, you resort to porn after all?”
She laughs with a big snort. “No, dork. Lead for the next CoHo book turned movie. You have a show tonight?” Her eyes light up and I can guess why. There’s one other thing Cora and I do really well together.
It’s then I remember who’s standing right behind me.Shit. I step back so Lexi’s by my side. “Yeah, you should come. Cora, this is Lexi Marx. She’s opening for us this tour and sings like a frickin’... I don’t even know. She just sounds good.” I’m not sure exactly how she’ll take the compliment and I can’t quite meet her eyes. Raking my fingers through my hair from where it falls forward in my face, I watch as Cora reaches out to shake Lexi’s hand.
“And I thought he hated chick singers.” She winks at Lexi. “Nice to meet you. A friend of Trent’s is a friend of mine.”
“Who said we’re friends?” Lexi says in a tone that makes Cora laugh, but I’m not all sure she’s joking. At least not one hundred percent.
“We need to get back, but it was really great running into you,” I say.
“Oh! You, too.” Cora wraps me in a hug. “Maybe I’ll come by the show tonight.”
“Sounds good,” I say and pull out of her embrace. Only it doesn’t sound good, and I’m riddled with confusion the rest of the way back to the arena. I don’t get it. Cora and I have always hooked up. It’s always good, then we go our separate ways. Perfect. Only she’s not the one I want in my bed tonight. No, that award goes to the feisty blonde next to me. The one I can’t seem to stop dreaming about. The one who up until two hours ago seemingly wanted nothing to do with my dumb ass. If Cora comes to the show tonight, expecting the usual treatment ... Fuck, I don’t know that Mr. Trent can get it up for her. And that’s, well, it’s goddamn pathetic. No matter what happens, one thing is perfectly clear.
I’m fucked.
