I stare at him, wondering why the pilot I’ve known for years is rubbing me the wrong way just by the way he looks at my publicist. But then again, Camille isn’t just my publicist. She’s a woman I spent one amazing night with, and I was looking forward to getting to know her before she bailed on me. Now, she’s a woman who obviously doesn’t like me for whatever reason and is also in charge of making sure I don’t fuck up for the summer. Fun.
