wants you to come to her.”
“Okay,” I said, clearly exasperated. “I’d love to do that, but I don’t know where to fucking go!”
Logan laughed. “What did she tell you about herself tonight?”
“I don’t know. Lots of stuff. She likes horses, she wants to be a vet, she goes to UCLA, her favorite band is Mumford and Sons, which I think is a little clichéd, but she swears she liked the m before they were famous, so I guess I can give her credit for that.”
Logan rolled her eyes.
“What, you like Mumford and Sons?”
Then she smacked me upside the back of the head, and if I didn’t love her, I would have smacked her back.
“Yes, I love Mumford and Sons,” she agreed, then she looked at me pointedly as if I was missing something. “What else did she tell you, E? Did she tell you where she works?”
“Yeah, at a café that her parents own.”
“Right,” she said, nodding her head, and it finally dawned on me.
Damn, maybe I should quit drinking. The alcohol was definitely killing my brain cells.
I smiled. “Will you tell me the name of the café?”
Logan returned my smile. “That I can do.”
“Sweet. You rock.”
“Aww, this is so exciting. Nora is the best. She’s so cool and fun , and if I’d have known you two would hit it off, I would have introduced you months ago. Of course, Jase will probably kill me, but he’ll get over it.”
I was confused. “Why would Jase care?”
“She’s his sister,” she said, like it should have been obvious, and it was like ice water had been dumped over my head.
I could not date Jason Brady’s sister. No fucking way.
Chapter Five
Logan
I squeezed Jase’s hand as we pulled up to the Beverly Hilton where the Golden Globes were being held. I was nervous as hell, and if he was too, he didn’ t show it at all, but he squeezed my hand back, leaned over and kissed my temple.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered. “Just keep your hand in mine, smile, and you’ll be great. It’ll be over before you know it.”
I nodded, taking a few deep breaths in an effort to calm myself. It wasn’t my first red carpet. I’d walked a few before meeting Jase, and then we’d made our official public debut at the premiere of The Mulvaneys back in October, but it was my first awards show.
It felt surreal that just a few hours earlier I’d been struggling through some problems for my Calc 2 class in preparation for a quiz on Monday. Now I was about to parade around in the world my boyfriend lived in, which was so vastly different than my life as a college student. It was times like these that I realized just how dissimilar our lives were. I didn’t see the differences when it was just Jase and me hanging out, but when I was thrust into his Hollywood life like this, the differences were quite obvious.
“You guys ready?” Andrea, Jase’s publicist asked, as Charlie stepped out of the car in front of us , blocking anyone from seeing into the vehicle.
“We’re ready,” Jase said confidently, and I just nodded, afraid I might vomit if I opened my mouth.
Jase stepped out of the limo first before turning to me and extending a hand. I pulled my long flowy black dress high enough so I could place a heeled foot firmly on the ground before giving him my hand. He pulled me out of the car and into his arms where he kissed me once, smiled, and then turned toward the hundreds of screaming fans, reporters and cameramen. He waved with his free hand while I held his other one in a death grip.
The whole scene was overwhelming as hell, and I wondered if I’d ever get used to it. Before I knew it, Andrea was out of the car and telling us to wa lk. Then it was a blur of flashbulbs and posing for pictures and letting Jase take pictures alone, which I knew he hated to do, but it was what the media wanted, so I forced him to let go of my hand for two seconds to please his public. Then we were stopping every few feet to speak to the reporters who
“Okay,” I said, clearly exasperated. “I’d love to do that, but I don’t know where to fucking go!”
Logan laughed. “What did she tell you about herself tonight?”
“I don’t know. Lots of stuff. She likes horses, she wants to be a vet, she goes to UCLA, her favorite band is Mumford and Sons, which I think is a little clichéd, but she swears she liked the m before they were famous, so I guess I can give her credit for that.”
Logan rolled her eyes.
“What, you like Mumford and Sons?”
Then she smacked me upside the back of the head, and if I didn’t love her, I would have smacked her back.
“Yes, I love Mumford and Sons,” she agreed, then she looked at me pointedly as if I was missing something. “What else did she tell you, E? Did she tell you where she works?”
“Yeah, at a café that her parents own.”
“Right,” she said, nodding her head, and it finally dawned on me.
Damn, maybe I should quit drinking. The alcohol was definitely killing my brain cells.
I smiled. “Will you tell me the name of the café?”
Logan returned my smile. “That I can do.”
“Sweet. You rock.”
“Aww, this is so exciting. Nora is the best. She’s so cool and fun , and if I’d have known you two would hit it off, I would have introduced you months ago. Of course, Jase will probably kill me, but he’ll get over it.”
I was confused. “Why would Jase care?”
“She’s his sister,” she said, like it should have been obvious, and it was like ice water had been dumped over my head.
I could not date Jason Brady’s sister. No fucking way.
Chapter Five
Logan
I squeezed Jase’s hand as we pulled up to the Beverly Hilton where the Golden Globes were being held. I was nervous as hell, and if he was too, he didn’ t show it at all, but he squeezed my hand back, leaned over and kissed my temple.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered. “Just keep your hand in mine, smile, and you’ll be great. It’ll be over before you know it.”
I nodded, taking a few deep breaths in an effort to calm myself. It wasn’t my first red carpet. I’d walked a few before meeting Jase, and then we’d made our official public debut at the premiere of The Mulvaneys back in October, but it was my first awards show.
It felt surreal that just a few hours earlier I’d been struggling through some problems for my Calc 2 class in preparation for a quiz on Monday. Now I was about to parade around in the world my boyfriend lived in, which was so vastly different than my life as a college student. It was times like these that I realized just how dissimilar our lives were. I didn’t see the differences when it was just Jase and me hanging out, but when I was thrust into his Hollywood life like this, the differences were quite obvious.
“You guys ready?” Andrea, Jase’s publicist asked, as Charlie stepped out of the car in front of us , blocking anyone from seeing into the vehicle.
“We’re ready,” Jase said confidently, and I just nodded, afraid I might vomit if I opened my mouth.
Jase stepped out of the limo first before turning to me and extending a hand. I pulled my long flowy black dress high enough so I could place a heeled foot firmly on the ground before giving him my hand. He pulled me out of the car and into his arms where he kissed me once, smiled, and then turned toward the hundreds of screaming fans, reporters and cameramen. He waved with his free hand while I held his other one in a death grip.
The whole scene was overwhelming as hell, and I wondered if I’d ever get used to it. Before I knew it, Andrea was out of the car and telling us to wa lk. Then it was a blur of flashbulbs and posing for pictures and letting Jase take pictures alone, which I knew he hated to do, but it was what the media wanted, so I forced him to let go of my hand for two seconds to please his public. Then we were stopping every few feet to speak to the reporters who
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