Miss White and the Seventh Heir

Right now, with him touching her, she was having problems stringing words together. “Me?”

“Yes, you. It seems like no matter what life throws at you, you find a way to keep going—to keep smiling.”

Just then she smiled. She didn’t mean to. It just happened. And then her gaze caught his and her heart vaulted into the back of her throat. If there hadn’t been a table between them, she was certain she would have thrown herself into his arms.

And how would Trey react? Would he push her away? Or would he draw her close. With his hand on hers, her signals were getting confused.

“Sage, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Is it about the interview?”

“No. It’s about us.”

Her stomach sunk to her designer heels. Why did he have to bring up that subject now? Had he been able to read her thoughts?

“Now’s not a good time.” She pulled her hand away from his, hoping the distance would clear her thoughts. “I just realized that we don’t have long until the interview.” She pushed aside the rest of her breakfast, having lost her appetite.

“Go ahead and finish eating. We have time.”

She shook her head as she washed down the eggs and toast with a big sip of juice. “I want to be early. We need enough time to cover everything without rushing.” She lifted her trusty black leather notepad from the table. “I have a lot of questions planned.”

“And what would you like me to do?”

“Don’t forget to record the session. I don’t want to miss anything. You downloaded the app to your phone, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “And don’t forget to get her to authorize the recording.”

“I have the legal release with my questions.” She felt like she was forgetting something. “Was there anything else?”

Trey paused as though to go over everything in his mind. “Not that I can think of. Are you ready to go?”

She nodded. “You know, as much walking as we do, I need to start wearing sneakers and carrying my heels in a backpack.”

“Do you want to change?”

She was very tempted, but she also knew they weren’t the only ones trekking around Cannes. She needed to look her best at all times—or at least until she secured a few more interviews. Maybe after those she could let down her hair so to speak.

* * *

The sunny streets of Cannes were filled with some of the best-dressed people in the world. There were actors and actresses from action movies, romantic comedies and dramas. After almost a week of this, he was getting a lot more adept at matching names with faces. He wouldn’t admit it here, but he wasn’t much of a moviegoer. He was probably the only one in this large mass of people.

He walked with Sage back to the hotel where the Red Heart Gala had been held—where they’d kissed. He wondered if Sage was remembering their steamy lip-lock.

He’d never had a chance to explain why he’d pulled away. There’d always been a reason why it hadn’t been the right time, but the truth was he’d been dragging his feet—delaying the inevitable.

In the elevator, he turned to her. “After the interview, we’ll have that talk.”

Her gaze averted his. “Okay.”

Soon the truth would be out there and it wouldn’t be weighing on him. He just didn’t know how Sage would react. Would she understand that in the beginning he hadn’t set out to hurt anyone?

His thoughts ground to a halt as they stepped off the elevator and approached the suite.

Trey knocked on the door.

There was no answer.

He glanced at Sage. “This is the right suite, isn’t it?”