My Cover Model (A Love Like That #1) - R.L. Kenderson Page 0,20
think her jealous nature is going to fade. She’s insecure, and she’s never going to be able to handle you being with someone else.” He dropped his arm. “She couldn’t stand you being friends with other girls or taking pictures. I can’t imagine what she’s going to do when you are actually dating someone.”
I sighed. “It’s fine. We’re just having dinner”—I spread my arms—“with friends. We’re not alone.”
“I hope you’re right,” Broderick said and headed back to our table.
I followed Broderick and sat down next to Christy. She gave me a questioning look, but I smiled and shook my head.
Dinner was going well, and I was reminded of when Christy and I had first begun to date. She had been laughing and joking all night with my friends. Maybe me breaking up with her had helped her realize that she needed to work on some things.
I did come to the conclusion that I missed being in a relationship more than being with Christy herself. She’d put her hand on me a couple of times, but the spark was gone.
My phone vibrated on the table. It was the first time it had gone off all night, and I froze.
Toward the end of our relationship, it had seemed like every time I got a phone call, an e-mail, a notification, anything, Christy would get mad. It had gotten to the point that I’d kept my phone on silent and would check it when she left the room. It was one of the reasons we weren’t together anymore.
And, even though we were no longer an item, I instinctively braced myself for her reaction. But she picked up her glass like nothing had happened.
I relaxed and felt a bit of hope that she’d changed.
I picked up my phone and swiped through my notifications. I had a direct message from Sydney Hart.
I looked over at Christy, who smiled at me.
I opened the message.
Hi, Travis. I don’t know if you remember me from the Iowa book signing. I was the author at the table behind you, and we hung out a little after the signing.
I frowned. Of course I remembered her.
There is a book signing coming up in two months in Minneapolis. I would love to have you attend the signing with me. Just as a model. Harper will be my assistant again. Here is the info on the event.
She posted the link below.
Just get back to me when you can. Thank you.
Another message popped up.
I almost forgot to add. I have a book coming out right before the signing, and you’ll be on it. Please don’t share this with anyone since I haven’t done a cover reveal yet. Thanks again!
Next, an image of her book came through. It was a photo of me and Joni, a friend and fellow model. I’d like to think I was modest, but I had to admit, I looked good, and the cover looked great.
“You’re still doing that?”
I frowned and looked at Christy. We might have broken up months ago, but I still knew her. She was trying to act casual, but I could tell when she was mad.
I put my phone down and sat back. “Doing what?”
“Uh-oh,” Lilah said.
“The modeling thing.”
I furrowed my brow. “Of course I am. Why did you think I’d stopped?”
She picked up the napkin on her lap and threw it on the table. “I thought that maybe all these months without me would make you see what you’d been missing.”
“You mean, someone who tries to control him?” Broderick said.
I narrowed my eyes at Broderick.
Broderick held up his hands. “Sorry. None of my business.”
“I didn’t try to control him,” Christy protested.
I sighed. She clearly hadn’t changed. “Christy, you didn’t even like it when female clients contacted me, and that was for work.” It had gotten so bad that she started to not like it when male clients messaged me.
She grabbed her purse. “I can see that you and I will never agree on this.”
The woman was delusional.
“No, we won’t.” Good luck finding a guy who will.
“I think it’s time for me to go.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
Her expression darkened. She was out of her mind if she thought I was going to stop her. She was beautiful and had a great body, but she was ugly on the inside. Broderick was right. She was incredibly insecure despite the number of times I’d tried to tell her and show her that I cared about her and was attracted to her.