My Cover Model (A Love Like That #1) - R.L. Kenderson Page 0,11

be nice, down-to-earth, and so damn good-looking?

Harper and I sat back at my table, and I leaned over to her.

“Did he rub your back after your pictures were taken?”

“Yes. Don’t be doing that. Don’t tease me with something I can’t have.”

I burst out laughing. “Right?” I expressed out loud to her about how he had a trifecta going for him.

“Remember what we talked about this morning though.”

I frowned. “What was that again?”

“That he is probably bad in bed and would make you do all the work.”

I laughed. “Oh, yeah.”

She picked up one of the two-inch penis suckers and moved closer to me. “And it’s probably only a little bigger than this.”

I bit my lip as I tried not to laugh too loudly. “You are so bad.”

Harper wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. “I know.”

Eight

Sydney

I flipped open covers of the two books I’d bought from Angela Devlin to see what Travis had written. It was only the twentieth time, but I loved his words. I understood why he’d written them because I’d read the blurbs of each book, but a part of me felt like he’d written them just for me.

Silly, I know.

That was part of his charm, and I shouldn’t read too much into it.

The toilet flushed in our hotel bathroom, and I slammed the books down. I was way too old to have a schoolgirl crush on someone I would probably never see again.

The door swung open. “You ready to go?” Harper asked.

“Yep.” Not only was I starving, but it would also give me something to do to keep my mind off a certain model.

The book signing was over, and we had just hauled all my stuff up to the hotel room. Now, we were in search of food.

“I can’t believe how hungry I am from just sitting there,” Harper said as we left our room, making sure the door locked behind us.

“I know what you mean. I guess socializing burns a lot of calories.”

“I’d just better not eat too much since we have our fancy dinner tonight.”

I looked at my Fitbit. “Yeah, we have a little over three hours until then. From what I’ve heard, the food is going to be good.”

“Oh, me, too. That author, um…Tracey Munz, she was telling me about it.”

“Did you have fun today? Would you ever want to do it again?”

Harper nodded. “I did. And I have a pile of stuff from authors I want to read. I’m excited to try some of the books out. I hope that, for your next signing, you’ll ask me again.”

“I will.” It was September now, and it was my last one of the year. “I have some I’m looking into for next year. I’ll give you plenty of warning, so you can work out what to do with Wyatt.”

We made it down to the lobby and headed to the bar area.

“Where should we sit?” I asked.

It wasn’t crowded, but there were only so many open seats. The back had alcoves that were almost like their own little private areas, and we walked toward them.

“Hey,” someone called out to us, and Harper and I both looked over to see Angela waving her hand.

“I guess we’re sitting over there,” Harper said with a smile.

So much for forgetting about Travis.

We walked over to their alcove. There was a long bench in the middle with Travis sitting on it. There were two short benches adjacent to it, and Angela sat at one. I moved to sit opposite her, but Harper beat me to it.

“Sorry, Syd, but I don’t think Ian would like me sitting next to Travis,” she joked.

“Hey,” Travis protested.

Harper laughed while I grudgingly sat next to him. He still smelled delicious, even after hours of sitting at the book signing, although most of his cologne had worn off. It was all him now. Pure testosterone.

I made a mental note to pick up a First Response test on Monday because I was probably going to get pregnant just by sitting next to him.

The waitress came over and asked us if we’d like to order.

“Did you two order already?” I asked.

“Only about five minutes ago.”

“Okay then, I’ll have the cheeseburger,” I told the waitress. The menu was small, and I remembered it from earlier.

“I’ll have the quesadilla,” Harper said after flipping the menu over a couple of times.

The waitress took the menus and left. I looked over at Travis to see him watching me.

Oh, was this supposed to be one of those things where I only ate a salad? Too bad.