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“What else are you working on?” she asked Kate. “Any exciting new film projects?”
“I can’t really say anything yet.” The spark in Kate’s eyes told Jenna much more than her actual words did. “There’s a project I’m working on for unscripted television—reality TV, I guess most people call it.”
“No kidding?” Mia sounded delighted. “Like a dating show or something?”
“Or something.” Kate’s cagey response made both women lean closer. “We’re still ironing out creative differences with the network. You know how it is—sleaze sells, so they keep sending us ideas like, ‘what if you cast twins who sleep with each other’s wives?’ or ‘hey, how about a woman who’s secretly dating her best friend’s ex?’ That sort of thing.”
“Ick.” Mia shuddered, glancing at Jenna. “Is it wrong to admit I’d probably watch that? But mostly to yell at my TV about what a backstabbing bitch she is.”
Kate chuckled as Jenna felt all the blood drain from her face. “I’d watch it with you,” Jenna managed, grabbing her drink and gulping down half of it as Kate scanned her with curious eyes. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot going on in the production world.”
“Don’t worry,” Kate said, stepping back with a wave toward her friends. “I’m not big on the sleaze factor. If the network wants to go down that path, they’ll have to fight me every step of the way.”
“Not your jam, huh?” Mia polished off her mocktail.
“Nope,” Kate said. “I’m afraid not. Will you ladies excuse me? I should get back to my table.”
Jenna set down her drink. “It was nice seeing you again.”
“Good luck with the projects,” Mia called.
As soon as she walked away, Jenna turned to Mia. “That was fun seeing her again.”
“It was.” And now she had one more thing to worry about. The speed with which Mia declared someone who dated her best friend’s ex a “backstabbing bitch” stole the breath from Jenna’s lungs.
Was that really how Mia saw things, or was she just cracking jokes? Had they really never discussed this, not even in general terms? Jeanna thought about asking, but what could she say that wouldn’t make everything worse?
So Mia, I’ve been wondering, hypothetically, for absolutely no reason at all, what you’d think about me dating Adam. Would it really be the worst thing?
“Ladies?” The stuffy host from the front of the restaurant stood at the edge of the bar. “If you’ll come with me, your table is ready.”
“Great!” Mia clambered off her barstool with Jenna on her heels, feeling like an absolute . . .well, heel.
They trudged through the restaurant to the flower-adorned table by the window. Jenna pulled out Mia’s chair, then sat down across from her. As soon as the host disappeared, a waiter turned up wearing a starched white shirt and an expression that implied one of the guests might have peed on the floor.
“I understand there’s been a change in the reservation?”
Jenna sighed. “The reservation is for two people. There are two of us here. Is that a problem?”
The waiter frowned. “Gerlake prefers to reserve this particular table for special occasions. If you’re not celebrating a milestone of some sort, we’d prefer to relocate you. There’s a lovely spot near the kitchen that?—”
“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Jenna placed her hand on Mia’s. “My wife and I are celebrating the impending birth of our baby. Now if you’ll give us a moment to look over the menu, we’d be grateful.” She flicked her hand at the disgruntled-looking waiter. “Run along now.”
The man harrumphed and turned on his heel, leaving Mia giggling behind her hand.
“I’m your wife now?”
“Why the hell not?” Jenna reached over to grab a pitcher of ice water from a nearby server’s station. She filled Mia’s glass first, then her own. “We get along better than most spouses. I’m totally going to expect you to put out.”
“You’ll have to buy me the lobster then.”
“Deal. The flowers are beautiful, by the way. That was nice of Mark to have them waiting for you.”
“He didn’t.”
“What?”
Mia fingered one delicate petal. “I ordered them. I wanted to make things romantic.”
