thing we did was head to the bar to order drinks.
“What do you want?” Travis asked close to my ear since the music was so loud.
“A beer.”
“No wine?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m in the mood for a beer.”
He smiled. “Beer it is then.”
When he finally got the attention of one of the bartenders, he ordered two.
With our drinks in hand, I looked around for Vanessa and Trevon. We’d lost them in our quest to get drinks.
“There they are.” I pointed to the two of them sitting in a curved booth.
I headed in Vanessa and Trevon’s direction, making my way through all the people like a human maze. I was concentrating on finding open holes in the crowd, so I didn’t notice I’d lost Travis until I reached Vanessa and Trevon’s table.
I turned around and saw him a few feet back, talking to a gorgeous blonde. They were only speaking, but I could tell that she was into Travis by the way she was leaning into him and playing with her necklace.
I was assaulted with many emotions upon seeing the two of them together. They looked great together, for one, and if someone got out a camera and Travis pulled her into his arms, they could be an awesome photo.
I was also sad. I had been real with myself about Travis and me only being a thing for the weekend, but apparently, I’d thought it would last the whole weekend. Foolish girl I was.
And, of course, I was jealous. I envied her beauty and the way she probably never had to wonder if a guy was into her. She had a butt I would kill to have instead of mine, which looked like a back with a crack in it.
I was also jealous because I knew that Travis and most anyone else would choose her over me. And, even though I couldn’t make the feeling vanish, I could acknowledge it and work through it. I would not let my feelings control me or my actions. At least, not this feeling.
TRAVIS
I nodded at something Jenna was saying. I’d been surprised to run into someone I knew here, but then Jenna had reminded me that she lived there.
I had done a couple of photo shoots with Jenna in the past. There was one when I’d let Christy on set, and she had stormed off after seeing the two of us posing. It had been embarrassing and made me understand why some models didn’t let their partners come on set.
“Who are you here with?” Jenna asked.
I pointed to the table where Sydney was just sitting down. “I’m here with a friend for a book signing.”
“Sounds fun. I’ve been to a couple.”
“You should come over and meet them.”
“Sure.”
We started for the table.
“Who are you here with?” I asked Jenna.
“A couple of friends. They’re around here somewhere.”
“Hey, Sydney,” I said when they reached the table. “This is Jenna.”
Sydney stood and shook Jenna’s hand. “Nice to meet you. How do you two know each other?”
I studied her for any kind of unwanted reaction, but she seemed genuinely sincere in her greeting to Jenna. I probably shouldn’t be surprised with how she’d acted around the readers who asked for my autograph earlier tonight. She’d been cool about it and even encouraged the readers. Despite having broken up with Christy months ago, she still obviously affected me. I’d been waiting for Sydney to be upset at the attention I was getting now that we’d slept together.
But it hadn’t happened then, and it wasn’t happening now.
“I’ve done a couple of shoots with Travis.”
Sydney’s eyebrow went up. “You’re a model, too?”
Jenna smiled. “On the side. My day job is HR at a hospital.”
“I think I’ve seen a couple of your photos,” Sydney said. “And I think I’ve even seen you on a couple of books.”
“Really?” Jenna asked. “I’m always in shock when someone actually recognizes me.”
“Same here,” Sydney said. “When I tell people I write books and they’ve read them, I want to jump up and down.” She smiled. “Of course, I play it cool.”
Jenna laughed. “Same here.”
“You should stop by the book signing tomorrow,” Sydney said. “I wish I had a book with you on the cover. You could totally come and sit with us.”
“I might just do that,” Jenna said.
“Awesome.” Sydney looked behind her. “This is my friend and fellow author, Vanessa, and her husband, Trevon.”
Vanessa and Trevon stood and shook Jenna’s hand.
“What is your last name?” Jenna asked Vanessa.
“My author name is Vanessa Lane.”
Jenna’s eyes lit up.