It’s the oddest thing to wake up in the morning and know that the night after a real fight your fake boyfriend is asleep on the couch.

I stretched in my bed wondering how he was going to play it this morning. Wondering how I was going to play it.

There was too real a chance that he was going to take from last night’s argument that I was looking for something from him. And that was definitely not true. I wasn’t looking for a fence or a ring or even a real date. The flash of the photographer was just a reminder of how different we were and that what we wanted wouldn’t ever line up.

Not that it mattered.

It would only matter if we really were dating. Or if we were interested in really dating.

But I wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t changing, so it was all good.

I got out of bed knowing I couldn’t put this off all morning. Know that after an event we’d have to go out together and there’d be more pictures and we’d have to look all happy and comfortable together.

So, it was time to be reasonable.

I headed out to the living room to find Connor playing some type of game on my TV…a game I didn’t own. With controllers.

“Hey. I had this delivered last night.” He gave me a quick look. “I couldn’t sleep.”

I don’t even want to know where a millionaire called to have video games delivered in the middle of the night.

“Listen—” I started and then waited for him to pause the game.

And waited.

“Connor, for real.” I might have to demand my place stay a video-game-free zone.

He paused the game and tossed the controller on my table to give me what, he made clear with an exaggerated sigh, was his full attention.

“About last night—”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have—”

“No. Stop.” I cut him off, knowing if I didn’t go first this wasn’t going to go the way I wanted it to. “I want to talk first this time. I was upset. I don’t like surprises and I hate having my picture taken or being the center of attention. Together was horrible. But, here’s the thing. I get it. I do. I don’t want you to think that this,” I waved a hand between us, “is something that’s confusing me. We’re friends. Great. But that’s it. And, I get that. I more than get it. I agree with it. We’re on the same page, but that doesn’t mean that even as your friend I like your world. It’s going to make me uncomfortable and that sucks for me.”

I took in a breath, figuring that was all I had to say. Everything else, about how unbalanced our deal was and how he didn’t have to do uncomfortable book stuff, wasn’t going to change even if I complained about it. So, I left it where it was and hoped that Catherine was right. That at the end of the day, I was going to walk away from this with some advantages because I was beginning to wonder how I was going to walk away from this at all.

Before the flash, before everything, we’d just been feeling so…right. And there was nothing more wrong than that.

Last night’s disastrous end couldn’t have happened at a better time.

Connor rose from his slouch in the leather chair and stuck his hands in the pockets of his track pants.

“Right. So.” He cleared his throat. “I was out of line last night. You didn’t need a lecture about what kind of guy I am. You’ve been clear about the fact that I’m not your type. Which is great, because we’re not each other’s type and we can just hang and it’s cool. Right? I mean, it’s not often I get to just chill out with a friend. I don’t want you to think I assume just because I’m me, you’re going to go mad with lust and throw yourself at me.”

He was saying all the right words, but part of me thought the last bit was exactly what he thought would happen. I fought back the desire to roll my eyes at him.

“Good.” There was no sense arguing if he was saying the right things. “So, is there a reason we’re always here? I’m betting you have a nice apartment with a guest room I could live in if I wanted to.”

Because, getting him out of my space might help to keep him out of my heart.

“That’s true, but I also have a housekeeper who comes in every other day, a nosy doorman who I’m pretty sure has a contact at the tabloids, and I’ve never had a girl stay over.”

He…what?

“I’m sorry, what?”

“For real. My family stays there when they visit, but that’s it. If you stayed over, they’d think we were getting married. And since we just hit their radar that might be weird even for what we’re trying to pull off.”

“You never have a girl stay over?”

“No.”

“So, you always go to their house?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a bit…” I wasn’t sure what that was.

“Guys think it’s genius.” Connor wasn’t one to smirk, but he did now.

“Yeah, that’s not the word I was looking for, but thanks for trying to help me out.”

“Well, either way, that’s what it would look like. And, by the time we’d be willing to have them think that, it would be time for us to break up.” His gaze shifted away. Just like last night when he thought he was telling me something I didn’t want to hear.

Ha! I should let him sweat it out.

I gave him the sweetest smile I could and headed toward the bathroom.

“I’m going to shower and we can go get coffee. I’m shocked you were able to have an entire conversation without caffeine.” I gave him my best in awe look. “Impressed even.”

“Right. Thanks. Glad to see something impresses you.”

I shut the door since I didn’t have a witty come back and started getting ready with Casual Outfit #7A and a new found attitude to just go with the flow.

Because, this was a ride with an end date and I wanted to enjoy every moment.

* * *

“A Parisian blend, a green tea, the banana, and a heated up chocolate muffin.” Connor slipped Abby a twenty and shooed me away from the counter as if I were going to ruin his coffee experience.

Which was probably true. This was the third time we’d been in and the third special blend Connor had tried. I think he was about to hire John to make special caffeine deliveries to my place in the morning so he wouldn’t have to suffer while I did things like, wake up and brush my teeth.

You know. High maintenance stuff.

I settled into my chair, picking up a copy of the paper someone had left behind and flipped through the pages, trying to find the arts and entertainment section. I loved to follow the book reviews. It wasn’t the same getting the updates online. There was just something about having a newspaper in print that said chilling out on a Sunday morning.

I skipped right to the second to last page where the reviews were, hoping they’d picked up a YA. It happened so infrequently that I tried not to get frustrated. I’d considered offering to do a monthly guest post, but the idea of publicly reviewing my peers was just…bad. So very, very bad.

And potentially career damaging.

Some authors could get away with stuff like that, but not me. Jenna could. She could probably, very sweetly, tell someone that their writing was dry and unimaginative and they’d thank her. With my luck I’d be like, this is worth reading and the author would get ticked off at my heavy criticism.

“Um, Hails?”

I glanced over the top of the paper, expecting him to hand me my yummy chocolate goodness, but instead he set everything down. Reaching for the paper, he turned down the front page of the section I was holding.

“So…” He dragged the word out as he pulled the paper from my hands. “I just need to look at this for a second.”

He stood, opening to the page that had caught his attention, and scanned it.

“Right.” Connor cleared his throat and came around to sit in the comfy chair next to mine. “Remember how I said the picture from last night was probably an amateur and it might just hit a small website?”

I did not like where this was going. “Yes.”

“Well, it might have hit the local paper.” He folded the paper up and set it on his lap, his hands creased over it where I couldn’t see anything.

Since our local paper was one of the biggest print papers on the east coast, this was not such a bargain. It wasn’t like it was the Tab or something.

“How bad is it?” I pictured me with my dress all crinkled and askew, my hair falling down, makeup running, and a deer in headlight blind stare and…well, whatever else could go wrong in a photo, it was in this one.

“It depends on how you define bad.” Connor gave me what I could only assume was a reassuring smile. Since I’d never seen one from him before, this was strictly a best guess. “Honestly, we knew this was going to happen. I’m surprised they didn’t try to go through our reps first is all.”

“Our reps?” I had a rep?

“Well, your agent. My business manager.”

Right.

“Okay, let me see it.” I reached for the paper and he held it away, just out of reach. “Connor. Seriously.”

“Just, be open-minded. Now that the first piece of national gossip is out there, our people will spin it the way they want.”

“Stop saying that.” I could feel the panic rising up and choking me from the inside out. “I don’t have people. I have an agent who deals with editors who try to give us horrible, cheap contracts.”

“Really? They don’t have a PR person or anything?” He looked confused, and for the first time, concerned.

“I don’t think so. None of us is celebrity status. They don’t even have in-house, film-rights agents.”

“Well, that’s not going to work.” He stuck the paper under his thigh, a place we were both pretty sure I wasn’t going to reach for it, and picked up his phone. “Amy, hey. Sorry to call on a Sunday morning. How’s it going? Uh-huh. Right. And Mike?...Really?...He did? Well, that’s great…Yeah. We saw it. That’s why I’m calling…No, of course I’m up. Bright and early, that’s how we do it at Hailey’s house…Ha. Right. So, anyway, Hailey just told me she doesn’t have, and I quote, people…I know, right? Just her agent and the woman’s sole job is to be a contract pit bull…I’m not sure. But, I’m going out of town and I hate to leave her with no backup. Could you have one of the guys make a call…Yeah, play it so it looks like we’re both in your house, roll it together for Dex. He’ll take care of it…Great. Thanks…Oh.” Connor glanced my way for the first time since picking up the phone. “Yeah, I think so too. Thanks.”

Connor shoved his phone back in his pocket and turned back. “Amy is creating people for you. We’ll put out a joint statement and they’ll just state it as if our teams wrote it together.”

This was all very nice and thoughtful and kind, but in the land of Hailandia, completely unnecessary. I needed to slow this roll before it got out of hand. “I don’t think I really need people.”

“Well, you might.” Connor sipped at his coffee, his focus going wide for a moment. “I’m going to talk to Dex about this. I don’t want you to be tsunamied when we break up and have no one to handle the media for you.”

Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. I just figured I’d be old news and they’d leave me alone to chase him and his next model.

He glanced at the paper again. “Plus, I’m going out of town for that first interview, and the timing is pretty bad. I don’t want you to be stuck here with no resources. Especially since this guy knows where you live.”

A strange man knew where I lived and Connor was going away.

I could feel my heart picking up speed and wondered just how fast it had to go before heart attack land.

“Hey.” Connor took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t look like that. It’s going to be fine. This is what Amy does. She’ll make sure you’re protected and everything goes smoothly.”

“Thanks. I’m glad you called her.” I wasn’t in a place to be prideful about making my own way.

“No problem. I can’t believe Dex and Catherine didn’t think of this already. Or they just figured they’d handle it as it came.” He pulled the newspaper out and started to unfold it. “Ready?”

“Sure. How bad could it be?”

He held the paper up so I could see the photo. They’d been incredibly kind, picking what was one of the first shots. I looked a bit dazed, probably from the flash. Connor had all but picked me up and looked like if you got in his way he’d cut you down. The caption read, Nighthawk Gets Protective.

Connor cleared his throat and read the headline with announcer guy voice, before running through the few short paragraphs. “The Nighthawk and the Raven. I don’t get it…Wait, that’s your heroine, right? Raven?” He glanced my way for confirmation before diving back in. “Connor Ryan has been seen out and about with a petite writer for the last few weeks doing the most ordinary things. No cat fights or gossip mags for this girl. Hailey Tate is what we in the industry call a class act. A good girl persona of writing for children and donating her time, Ms. Tate is taking a walk on the wild side with Ryan. But will she tame the bad boy or will he sully this angel’s halo?”

Connor folded the paper back up and frowned at me as if it were my fault we’d been written up.

“What?”

He was glaring at the far wall and I wasn’t sure he was going to answer me at first.

“They make you sound too good for me.”

I tried not to laugh, but it was kind of sweet to have him notice.

“No. They just said I wasn’t a cat-fighting floozy.”

And that I’m too good for him.

“Yeah.” He reached for his coffee, obviously still put out. “Whatever.”

Nothing like a grown man pouting.