My Cover Model (A Love Like That #1) - R.L. Kenderson Page 0,87
them later.”
“Huh, maybe I need to have an emotional breakdown more often. Did I miss anyone else?” I asked.
“A couple of others stopped by and said they’d come back around.” Harper put her hand on my arm. “Are you doing okay?”
I shrugged. “As to be expected. I knew he’d move on. I just didn’t know it would be so soon. And I didn’t know I’d have to hear about it.”
“Have you seen anything on social media? Because I feel like I haven’t.”
I shook my head. “I have avoided going on Instagram. I post a few things for my readers, but I avoid scrolling at all costs. I haven’t even gone to his page to unfollow because I’m worried about what I might see.” And because a part of me didn’t want to completely let him go. I knew, soon, I’d be torturing myself by looking at everything he’d posted. “I guess it’s good you haven’t seen anything. I wonder who she is.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, and no.” I put my head on Harper’s shoulder. “Life sucks.”
She put her arm around me. “I know, babe.”
“Can I go home now?”
“No.”
I stuck out my lower lip. “Boo.” I sat up. “I’ll be fine as long as I don’t have to hear any more about Travis.”
Harper nodded. “You can do this.”
A whole gaggle of young girls came up to my table. They looked to be around eighteen. I envied their carefree attitudes and happy smiles.
I was surprised when they all went for Beautifully Broken. Usually, a group picked up a variety of my books and didn’t all go for the same one.
“Here it is,” one of them said, holding it up for the others to see. “It’s the one with the guy on it.”
Another one picked up The One That Got Away. “Here’s the other book.” She showed her friends.
I looked at Harper. “What is going on? Is the universe torturing me?”
“I don’t know.”
I sold six copies of Beautifully Broken and two copies of The One That Got Away, so maybe the universe was just trying to get me more sales. I would have preferred it in a less painful way though.
There was a lull in the people walking around, and Harper said, “I’m going to run and get something to drink. Do you want anything?”
I shook my head. “No, thanks.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Harper took off, and I swung around to get more books out to replace the ones that had been bought.
I was counting them out when a voice said, “I brought my own book for you to sign. I hope that’s okay.”
I swallowed as I slowly turned back, my arms full of books, and gasped when I saw Travis standing at my table.
Fifty-Two
Travis
I watched Sydney freeze. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out, and she closed it again.
I hoped her being speechless was good. After reading the book she’d given me, I had been worried that she had completely moved on from me.
I’d been waiting for Harper to leave, so I could talk to Sydney alone. I’d seen her run out of the event room, but she’d seemed to be in a hurry, so I hadn’t gone after her. I just hoped that I could say everything I needed to. Maybe I should have waited for the signing to be over, but I was here now.
I sat down in Harper’s seat and took the books from Sydney’s hands. I put them down on the table for readers to grab.
“What—what are you doing?” she asked.
I smiled. “Putting the books on the spot where you showed me.” I raised my brow. “Am I doing it wrong?”
She shook her head. “No, I mean, what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.”
“Why?”
I held up The One That Got Away. “I read your book.”
And so had my sister. I’d come home from the book signing in Iowa, and the two of us had sat down for a long conversation.
Sloan had told me she’d cried at the end and that I needed to give Sydney a second chance.
“Sydney is not Christy, Travis. She wasn’t going out of her way to check up on you. She made an honest mistake. And so did you. You left your account logged in on her phone, and you know what that tells me?”
“No.”
“That tells me that you trust her. You would have never done that with Christy.”
Her words made me really think. “You’re right. I just wish she had talked to me about it.”