Let Me Be The One(30)

Picking up the pace, she showed her ticket at the door. The bowels of the stadium were a maze of dark hallways and it took forever to find the right door and emerge into the light.

She was still hunting for her row and seat when she felt strong arms wind around her neck.

“Vicki!” She instantly recognized Ryan's sister, Lori. Aka Naughty. “I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve seen you. I was so psyched when Ryan told me you were coming today. He asked me to keep an eye out for you.”

As Lori grabbed her hand and pulled her down the steps to their seats, she quickly filled her in on everything in the same rapid-fire way she’d had as a girl.

“Sophie wasn’t feeling up to the game today. I swear she’s been pregnant forever. You know she’s having twins, right? Good thing she’s having two, because I’m totally out on the whole kid thing after watching her and Chase’s wife get so huge.” Lori stopped a step before their row. “You remember Zach, right? This is his fiancée, Heather. I won a bet that he’d fall in love with her.”

Vicki couldn’t hold back her laughter at Lori’s runaway-train-of-thought soliloquy as she said hello to Zach and Heather.

She was just getting settled in her seat when a low, instantly recognizable voice said, “Sorry I’m late.”

Oh God. Vicki couldn’t believe Ryan had neglected to tell her that Smith Sullivan was coming to the game. He was going to pay for that little surprise.

But before she could turn around to say hello to one of the biggest movie stars in the world, the inning turned over and Ryan walked out to the pitcher’s mound.

He stopped halfway out to look up into the stands, and she could see the relief on his beautiful face as he caught sight of her.

She waved before she thought better of drawing attention to herself like that. He winked at her before heading out to do his job.

As dozens of eyes turned to her—not only because Ryan had just winked at her, but also because Smith Sullivan was sitting right next to her—Vicki realized how surreal her life had become.

One week ago, she’d been renting a studio apartment in Prague while making a daily tradeoff between food and clay.

Now, not only was she living in an oceanfront mansion and driving a sports car around San Francisco, she was also hanging out with the coolest kids on the block.

On the surface it looked like she’d come a really long way from being the freaky-geeky art girl in high school.

Funny how deceiving appearances could be.

Of course, now that she and Ryan didn’t need to pretend to be dating for much longer, all of this strange fun of fancy cars and famous friends would soon be over.

Truly, she wouldn’t miss any of the luxury.

It was Ryan she’d miss.

“I can’t remember,” Lori said. “Did you ever meet Smith when we were kids? Or was he already in college?”

When all Vicki could manage was to shake her head like an idiot, Smith smoothly said, “It’s great to meet you, Vicki. So, how do you know this unruly lot?”

Smith was even bigger, even better looking in person than he was on the screen. But strangely, although his fame made her feel more than a little nervous, she was stunned to realize she wasn’t getting all hot and bothered for him. Only one Sullivan made her girly parts tingly.

Too bad that Sullivan was too good a friend to even think of screwing things up by adding any benefits to it.

“Ryan and I were friends in high school. I just moved back to San Francisco.”

Smith grinned at her and she lost her breath a little. Okay, so maybe she didn’t want to jump him, but she was only human. And billions of happily attached women around the world would have just gone breathless if they’d been in her flip-flops right then.

“Moved from where?”

“Prague was the last place I lived.”

“She’s a sculptor.” Lori shoved a handful of Jelly Bellies into her mouth. “An awesome one. Want some?”

Vicki took a few of the colorful candies, but didn’t dare put any in her mouth just in case she did something super embarrassing like start choking on them.

“What does Ryan think of your sculptures?” Smith asked.