chapter eight
Kate“I really like you. I do … but …”
Cooper holds up his hand. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t give me the I really like you speech.”
Well, there goes what I spent half the night planning to say.
Cooper folds his arms across his chest. “Sit.”
“Bossy,” I mutter under my breath, but sit anyway.
“Is it the show?”
I nod.
Cooper paces while he speaks. “Is quitting an option?”
Regretfully, I shake my head.
“I’m not sure I want to hear the answer, but I’ll ask anyway. Do you have feelings for him?” He rakes his fingers through his hair and says the word him with harried disdain.
“Who? Dickhead?”
Cooper’s mouth twitches at the corners. “Yes, Dickhead.”
“He’s really nice.” His jaw clenches. “But that’s not it.”
“You’re locked into a contract?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll talk to Mil
