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Oh shit.
She hadn’t thought about it like that.
“I want them to know they’re worthy of love and they don’t have to be what other people tell them to be.”
“And how are they gonna know that?” he asked.
She touched her lips and her gaze drifted away. “By living it,” she whispered.
He sat back and took a sip of his coffee.
She shook her head at his knowing smirk. “You’re an ass.”
“Yes. But a brilliant ass.”
“You are kind of brilliant,” she admitted.
“So,” he folded his arms on the table. “What would you do if you had no one telling you what to do? No schedules, no albums ready to drop, no paparazzi following you.” He waved to the photographer taking a picture of them in the window.
“I’d spend time with my friends. Learn something new. Sleep. Eat.” Her voice turned wistful as she indulged the daydream. “I want to bake cookies and learn how to make an omelet. I want to take my dad to Florence because he hasn’t been back since he was a kid.”
She refocused on Nash and sighed. “But all of that is impossible.”
He squinted an eye at her. “Is it?”
She squinted right back. “It could be career suicide.”
He nodded. “Maybe.” He shrugged. “Or it could be the best thing you’ve ever done.”
“I came to you because I needed advice, not because I was looking for a cryptic puzzle to solve.”
“Zara,” he said, black eyebrows lifted and all amusement gone. “I can’t tell you what to do. That’s the exact thing you’re upset about. You have to be the captain of your own destiny. Ifyou’re happy with the status quo, then don’t change anything. Release the single, do the interviews, play the game. You’ll win. Guaranteed. You’re too goodnotto win. It’s not even a risk anymore.” He tilted his head to the side. “But maybe risk is what you’re missing.”
Hours later she was back at home, staring up at the stars on her ceiling as her mind spun with everything she was supposed to decide.
Her phone rang and she looked at the screen.
Kenna. This would probably be awesome. Not.
“Yeah?” she asked, wondering what she’d done now.
“Pictures of you and Nash Ellis are everywhere. Business or pleasure?” Kenna asked.
“Business,” Zara ground out.
“I will alert the masses,” Kenna said and hung up.
Zara threw her phone across the room, rolled over and screamed into her pillow.
Her phone rang again from the corner and she growled.
What now? She got off the bed and stomped over to answer it kind of surprised it hadn’t broken when she’d thrown it. She really wished she’d taken the time to look at the call screen.
“Who am I dating now?” she asked.
“Hey, babe.”
Fucking. Logan.
