Those hard-to-get concert tickets were the best recognition Jameson could have hoped for.
He’d finally made it.
Noticing my interest, one of the girls came closer.
“Hey, are you a fan of Jamie too?”
Her eyes sparkled brighter than the stars as she spoke.
Supporting a talented idol can fill anyone with pride.
Before I could answer, a pair of hands rested on my wheelchair.
Conner Knight’s voice was cold and composed as he replied for me,
“She’s not. She doesn’t follow celebrities.”
Yeah, I’m not really into the entertainment world.
The girl seemed about to say more, but my phone rang, cutting her off.
I gave her an apologetic smile before answering the call and quickly responding to the person on the other end.
After hanging up, Conner pushed me away from the lounge.
In the car, Conner couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, “Why the sudden change of heart?”
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, he continued, “Don’t tell me it’s because Coach Howard is back.”
He sounded so sure.
I was speechless.
Why do all therapists have such a knack for reading people’s minds?
I sighed and replied,
“Maybe.”
Who knows who I’m doing this for, really?
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