I arched an eyebrow. “You were so lucky to see his tour bus.”
Piper’s cheeks heated. “I sure was.”
“Oh my God, backstage in Dallas,” Honey breathed. “I couldn’t imagine.”
“So, Blaire, are you going to introduce Honey or what?”
She was baiting me. She wanted me to decline. But I was done being freaked out by Campbell. I could do this. It wasn’t a big deal.
“Sure. I’ll introduce you.”
Piper’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
“Why not?”
“Why not indeed,” Piper muttered under her breath.
Honey glanced between us, as if just realizing that there was some undercurrent going on. “Is it okay if I meet him? I don’t have to.”
“It’s fine,” I lied.
Then we marched backstage.
The guys had beaten us there, lounging around a table, pouring bourbon straight from the bottle. They were selling the new award-winning wine hand over fist. The last couple years was finally paying off for them. They deserved to be celebrating.
But there was no Campbell in sight.
“Hey, where’s Campbell?” Piper asked as she slid onto Hollin’s lap.
He nuzzled her neck and gestured behind him to the closed door. She swatted at him to stop, but it was half-hearted. She liked when he was handsy.
“Changing,” he finally got out. “Why?”
“Blaire’s going to introduce Honey to him.”
Hollin extracted himself from Piper’s neck to look up at me. A smirk was on his lips. I didn’t want to know what he was going to say.
So, I brushed right past them, dragging Honey behind me, and raised my fist to knock on the door. But the second I reached the dressing room, the door opened, and I nearly fell forward inside.
Campbell reached out as swift as a viper and grabbed my waist. “Whoa there.”
Time froze as we stood, nearly crushed together in that doorframe. The liminal space between two worlds. One in the past, where I had always been allowed past that door, and the present, where I couldn’t imagine speaking to him, let alone having him touch me.
I cleared my throat and wrenched backward. “That was…unexpected.”
“Sorry. I didn’t know you were there,” he said, leaning against the doorframe and smiling down at me.
That was another thing I’d forgotten. He was so impossibly tall. Over six feet. And I’d always been a pixie of a thing. Just brushing five feet tall. I had on heels for the show, but still he towered over me. I swallowed. Fuck. Was this the reason I only wanted to date giant men?
“Can I…help you?” he finally asked.
“No. Wait, yes. My assistant wants to meet you.”
Campbell cocked his head. I hadn’t spoken to him since high school graduation, and now, I was introducing him to someone as if we were friends. Which we were not.
“I’m just so lucky to have met you at the show in Dallas,” I deadpanned, arching an eye to see if he’d contradict me.
“So lucky.” His lip quirked at our shared joke.
“This is Honey,” I said, gesturing to the girl standing behind me.
Still, he wasn’t famous for nothing. He knew how to handle fans. He turned up the charm to a hundred and looked toward my assistant. “Honey?” he asked. “Is that your real name, or are you just sweet?”
I tried not to gag at the stupid question.
Honey proceeded to melt into a puddle of goo at his feet. “It’s just…Honey. My friends all call me Honey.”
He held out his hand, and they shook. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re a Cosmere fan?”
“The biggest,” she gushed.
And then he spent the next fifteen minutes discussing every point of interest with her. It was…genuine. He liked his fans. What guy wouldn’t? But he didn’t treat her like an annoyance he was desperate to be rid of. He was sincere about the entire interaction. It was better than I’d seen from most celebrities.
As strange as it was, I had some experience with other celebs. I ran a fantastically popular wellness blog, Blaire Blush. I had a few million followers on social media, where I doled out relationship advice, preached body positivity, and helped girls all over the world love themselves. I was sponsored by ethically sourced fashion designers and constantly received boons in the mail from people who wanted my influence. It was exciting and kind of crazy that it had ballooned into this with nothing but a blog and my psychology degree.
“So, are you dating anyone?” Honey asked, dropping me square back into reality.
Campbell laughed and ran a hand back through his hair. “That’s a personal question.”
“I know. I know. I’m sorry. There’s just speculation that you’re talking to Nini Verona,” Honey said. Just casually dropping the name of one of the hottest models around.
“I know Nini,” Campbell said, “but I’m single.”
Honey sighed happily. Satisfied that he was still on the market.
Suddenly, his gaze drifted back to me. For those few minutes, I’d thought that he’d forgotten my existence entirely. There was something in those bright blue eyes that made me freeze like a deer caught in headlights. And I couldn’t look away even though I knew he was about to ruin my life all over again.
“Unless you want to go out with me,” Campbell said.
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