Chapter Twenty-Four
Ida
“No way,” Derek says. “You’re lying through your insanely white teeth.” He brings his face close to mine as though that would make it easier for him to ascertain whether I’m telling nothing but the honest truth.
“And yet…”
“You and Faye Fleming? For real?”
“It really happened. In Miami. I’m not sure anything’s left now that we’re back. But I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Back up and tell me everything. Every last little sordid detail.”
With a grin so wide it makes my cheeks hurt, I tell Derek about the mojitos in the swimming pool, about the on-set kiss followed by a real one, about our two hot Miami nights together. I leave out that I can’t stop thinking about her and that I haven’t come up with a surefire way to protect my fragile, yearn
