Page 91 of The Baking Games
“True. Gosh, I feel like I can breathe again.”
“I would never do anything to purposely hurt you, Rhett.” She reaches over and puts her hand on my arm. Part of me wants to think it’s real, but I also know we’re now fully pretending to be a couple. This might be the best week of my life.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Well, since we only have one week left, if we’re lucky, I’d like to ask if you’d go on a date with me tonight?”
Her eyes widen. “A date? Really?”
“Well, we are a couple…” I feel the need to remind her of this fact.
“I’d love to go on a date with you.”
This is so hard. Is she looking at me that way because she’s great at acting? Or is she looking at me that way because she has the same feelings I do?
“Okay, how about I pick you up at five?”
She laughs. “Pick me up?”
“I will arrive at your door at five o’clock.”
“And how should I dress for this date?”
I smile. “You look stunning in anything, Savannah Greene.”
Oh yeah. I’m in trouble here.
SAVANNAH
I stand in the bathroom, staring at my face in the mirror. I’ve never been one for lots of makeup, but right now, I feel naked. I wish I’d brought more than mascara and lipstick.
Suddenly, the door opens, and a crying Lainey basically falls into me.
“What on earth are you doing?” I yelp, pulling back from her. She stares at the mirror, mascara running down her face. She looks like a panda bear.
“Connor is a jerk!”
“Well, I could’ve told you that,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“He broke up with me!”
“Oh no,” I say flatly. “You must be devastated.” My voice sounds like a robot.
She stares at me in the mirror. “Have some compassion!”
I sigh and lean against the counter. “Like you had compassion for me and Rhett when you hid in the shower and then gave that information to Connor?”
She crosses her arms. “Fine. I guess that wasn’t all that nice.” Her breath shudders as she tries to stop crying.
“Look, Lainey, we’re not going to be best friends, but I never want to see anyone get their heart broken. Connor is a dead end. He doesn’t have feelings like a normal person. Trust me, you dodged a bullet.” I turn back toward the mirror and put on mascara.
“Why are you so nice all the time?”
“I guess it’s the way God made me.”
She sighs. “I don’t think I’m ever going to find true love. What’s wrong with me?”