“What if you resent me?” He looks startled by the last question and ignores the others. “Resent you? Never in a million years. You could take every last cent of my money, run my name through the mud, if it meant you’d be okay. Resenting you is impossible. I just hope you won’t resent me. Social media. The secrets. We couldn’t tell anyone. If it leaked, that would definitely put some heat on my career. But I still wouldn’t resent you. This won’t feel like work for us. We both can continue to do what we love and be around each other a little more too. Does that sound so bad?”
