“You said you’d be getting off work at two thirty,” he says dumbly. And I didn’t know Reed would be here, either. “I’m sorry,” I blurt, before Bryce can speak.

“Bryce? Can we chat for a second?”īryce looks like a deer in headlights. But, also, simultaneously, rather unpleasant. And seeing him figure things out is genuinely amusing to me. But because it’s now clear Bryce assumed I’d been taking Reed’s drink order when he first walked up, not getting ready to head to Reed’s house to bone him. Not because I’m taking any pleasure in this awkward, embarrassing moment. Reed says, “Are you ready for our midnight date, my beautiful Cinderella?”Īt Reed’s comment, Bryce’s face falls, full understanding crashing down on him-and I have to press my lips together to keep from giggling at his cartoonish expression. Of course, it’s Reed, the man used to being king of the world on a whole other level than Bryce, who fills the awkward beat. And then, both men say, “Georgina?” at the exact same time-a strange turn of events that would be comical, if it weren’t so damned mortifying. During which I feel like I’m going to pass out. “So do I, as a matter of fact,” Bryce replies, winking at me. And then, Reed shakes Bryce’s hand and says, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a hot date with a gorgeous woman.” She always posts her stuff there.”īryce tells Reed his sister’s handle while Reed makes a note on his phone. But, as a favor to you, and only you, so don’t tell anyone, I’ll check out your sister’s Instagram when I get a free minute.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t accept unsolicited demos, Bryce. “Hey, how can I get my sister’s music to you? You’d go crazy for it. She’s two years younger than me-going to USC, actually.”īryce chuckles.

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