“I say this with love. I think you’re looking for an out because your feelings for Noah and your spectacular casual sex are bigger than you expected.”

Cat scoffed even as the bells inside her head began ringing a warning. Ding ding ding.

“Agree to disagree,” she said. “Now, that the venting is over with. Let’s figure out how to film this reveal.”

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Cat smiled and delivered charming lines on command for the cameras for the rest of the day as Drake was mercilessly flirted with by the enigmatic Mrs. Pringle. For a grandmotherly figure in a wheelchair, the woman had some serious cougar running through her veins.

Drake, blushing constantly, didn’t seem to mind the attention. Cat’s instincts had been correct. Putting him on camera with the flirtatious Mrs. Pringle equaled TV ratings gold. They were adorable, and when Drake revealed the secret updates they’d done to make the woman’s kitchen more wheelchair friendly, she’d kissed him on the mouth. Cat was pretty sure Mrs. Pringle had slipped her co-star the tongue, too.

Filming kept her out of her head where she wanted to wallow. Was Paige right? Cat wondered, turning it over in her head as she climbed into the makeup trailer to freshen up her face. Was she looking for an out with Noah? Sex with him couldn’t even be classified as mere sex. Her extensive experience in that particular area informed her that there was something much bigger at stake every time he put his hands on her.

She’d never felt so consumed, so connected. When Noah was inside her, they were one. Not just two healthy adults having fun. He was stealing pieces of her soul, and she was letting him.

It was terrifying.

Cat flopped down in the makeup chair and frowned at her appearance. She looked tired. Ragged. Not like the glowing TV personality she was required to be.

She couldn’t afford to be distracted. Not now. Not within striking distance of the highest ratings for a holiday special the network had ever seen. Not with her school being this close to becoming a reality. She was used to a million miles an hour. Used to being home less than she was on the road. Used to finding a new adventure around every corner.

“You look tired,” Drake made the announcement as Sylvie, the makeup artist, attacked the circles under Cat’s eyes for the second time in two hours. Drake looked annoyingly handsome in flannel. His hair styled with one careless shove of his hand.

“Gee, thanks. You look chubby and balding,” Cat shot back.

Drake ran a hand over his washboard abs. “Are you hangry? Because if you are, I can share my special paleo salted caramel brownies from Mrs. Pringle. I’d prefer not to, but I’m willing.” He shook the plastic wrapped chocolate in her face.