Amanda set Gus’s food on the ground, then rinsed off her hands. She looked around the kitchen. Everything was put away and the cleaning service would be by the following afternoon to dust and shine the whole apartment when they were on set. She checked the fridge one more time for the premade breakfast kits she’d found Dru that cost a small fortune. Dru had complained at first, but it turned out she liked them. Win, win.

“Okay, Dru. I’m gonna head home,” Amanda called out. “I’m gonna go.” Dru was in the other room watching some weird dating show on Netflix. Their day hadn’t been half bad. Dru behaved herself on set and she’d gotten a call for a different made-for-TV romance. Travis Cooper was already signed on to play the male lead. Most women in their age bracket had at least a little bit of a thing for him since middle school, so she had that to look forward to. Amanda missed Sam like crazy, but at least Dru wasn’t making things worse.

Amanda grabbed her phone off the counter and stuck it in her back pocket. When she went to grab her bag she gasped, scared shitless at Dru’s sudden appearance by the coffeemaker she never used.

“Jesus Christ. You scared me. I’m heading out. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Dru didn’t say anything. She just shook her head, then tilted it a little to the left.

“What?” Amanda asked.

“There’s no fucking way.”

“What are you talking about?”

Dru’s eyes narrowed as she came into the kitchen. “Turn around.”

“Why, what is it?” Amanda spun around. “Is there something on my back?”

“Beyond a little extra padding? No.” Amanda rolled her eyes at her horrible fat joke. “That’s not what I was looking at.”

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing. Just you. Hanging out with Sam Pleasant.”

Amanda’s whole body went cold. “What?”

Dru strolled over and shoved her phone in Amanda’s face. “You little fucking liar,” she said with a smirk. Amanda looked at the screen. Dru was on some gossip site and sure enough there was a picture of her and Sam on the dance floor at Claim Jumpers. Her back was to the camera, but Sam’s face and that unmistakable cowboy hat were in clear view. You could see Zach and his own tan Stetson just off to their left. There was a small circular picture inset of the larger photo that showed a magnified image, making it clear those were Sam’s pearly whites flashing in the middle of that dive bar. Apparently that woman had managed to hide one photo from the bouncer’s view. Or maybe someone else had taken it.