Page 118 of On the Line
Commotion on the sidewalk in front of them had the group slowing, and the small crowd parted to reveal two men huddled together, a complicated-looking camera tripod set up between them.
Lexie halted in her tracks as the taller of the two turned, his dark blond hair and big body reminding her of someone.
“Mitch?” She whispered.
“Ladies!” He hollered in their direction, and Lexie shook herself. In the waning daylight, the man had looked so much like Mitch that Lexie thought he followed them here. With his green eyes and blond hair, he was a ringer for Mitch; it was kind of freaky.
And from a distance, his shorter, brown-haired friend looked exactly like Brent.
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Berkley asked her. “I thought that was my fiancé right there.”
Lexie exhaled. “Okay, I’m glad it wasn’t just me.”
The blond one stepped in front of them, blocking their path, and said, “You’re here for a bachelorette weekend so we need to interview you.”
Lexie raised an eyebrow. “And what if we don’t want to be interviewed?”
He stuck his hand out. “I’m Weston King.”
Thiswas Weston King? Lexie had heard of him, of course. She and Amelia were influencers now; it was in their best interest to be aware of other big names in the industry. But she’d never actually looked him up and was surprised by how…good looking he was. Then again, with his YouTube presence and social media following, it made sense that the guy was attractive.
“And I’m Camden,” his dark-haired friend said. “Wes is doing a series for his channel where he interviews drunk tourists on Broadway. Do you mind if we ask you some questions?.”
“I don’t know if you noticed,” Berkley said, “but we’re not drunk. In fact, we haven’t even started drinking.”
“Not to mention I have my own brand to think about,” Lexie said. “And she—“ a point at Berkley “—is about to marry a professional athlete. So thanks but no thanks.”
“Wait, are you Lexie Monroe?” Camden asked, squinting at her. “And…oh my God. You’re Brent Jean’s girlfriend.”
Lexie smirked and nodded. “Sure am.”
“And technically, I’m Brent Jean’sfiancé,” Berkley said with a smirk, flashing her ring at him.
“My girlfriend is kind of obsessed with you,” he said to Lexie. “And my family is full of Warriors’ fans,” he added to Berkley. “Mind if we take a picture? No one will believe me otherwise.”
“Sure, why not! Ladies, huddle up!”
The group of girls formed a circle around Weston and Camden, who used their recording setup to take the picture for them.
“Thank you guys so much,” Weston said. “Enjoy your weekend, and congrats on the wedding!”
The girls strode away, giggling as they made their way further down Broadway.
“Weston King is going to post a photo with us on his social media,” Amelia said excitedly as she slipped her arm through Lexie’s.
“I know.” Lexie couldn’t help the smile that overtook her face. “We’re going to get a ton of engagement and followers from that.”
“When we get back to Detroit, we should make a plan for how to capitalize on that. We can promote FLEX and the gym.”
“Whatever you want, Ames,” Lexie said, practically floating down the street. “But right now, we focus on Berk. Work can wait.”
Amelia nodded and turned her head toward Berkley, who was on Lexie’s other side. “What do you want to do, Berk?” she asked.
“Food,” Berkley said, pressing a hand to her stomach dramatically. “I want food.”
Lexie stepped ahead of them and stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, arms spread wide as she turned in a circle. “Take your pick!”
They continued down the street, pressing through the crush of foot traffic until Berkley was lured in by a bright red sign advertising Jack’s Bar-B-Que.
