The way he’d broken his own rules and on such a public and important night was just proof of how off he’d been. But the more he thought about it he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. He’d do his night with Cha-Cha all over again if he could just find her.

“You see who she came with?” he asked Walls. It wasn’t a subtle question.

“No. I mostly saw her on the dance floor, then in the corner with you. But forget about her,” Walls said. Sam knew that tone. Walls was scheming.

“Just say it.”

“I’m just saying. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. And your DMs.”

“Nah, I told you—”

“I know what you told me and I know you don’t roll with randoms, but that was before you won an Oscar. You have some A-list talent hitting you up.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Sam said, frowning. Not that it made him special or unique, but Sam’s grandmother raised him to treat women a certain way and calling them names like talent didn’t sit right with him. They were human beings with feelings and they deserved to be respected. Even if they had slid into his DMs looking to hook up.

“My bad. A few nice young ladies have made inquiries as to your relationship status,” Walls said. “Think of it like this. You’ve been fucking sulking since you ended things with Natalie. Maybe now—”

“The fuck I have!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You poured yourself back into your work. My bad, my bad.”

“That’s right.” Okay, there had been sulking. He’d also met his ex Natalie Burke on the set of Inferno. Sam had hoped that over time things would progress, but after only two months she’d told her parents she was basically ready to get engaged, and Sam knew he had to end things. It wasn’t that commitment wasn’t on the table. He was pretty damn committed. It was the way she’d said it, over Christmas dinner, in front of most of her family, all while giving Sam this look like he had between then and New Year’s to get his ass to Jared or he would be in big trouble. They hadn’t even talked about marriage or what they wanted from a life together in the long term. So he’d ended it. Still it had taken him a while to get over her.

But no one else needed to know that.

“What’s your point and don’t be a pig about it.”

“I was just saying, since you’re in the big leagues now, and you clearly miss having a girlfriend, you should know that some interesting people have popped up in your DMs in the last twenty-four hours.”