Wright That Got Away (Wright #11) by K.A. Linde

“This is Honey,” I said, gesturing to the girl standing behind me.

Still, he wasn’t famous for nothing. He knew how to handle fans. He turned up the charm to a hundred and looked toward my assistant. “Honey?” he asked. “Is that your real name, or are you just sweet?”

I tried not to gag at the stupid question.

Honey proceeded to melt into a puddle of goo at his feet. “It’s just…Honey. My friends all call me Honey.”

He held out his hand, and they shook. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re a Cosmere fan?”

“The biggest,” she gushed.

And then he spent the next fifteen minutes discussing every point of interest with her. It was…genuine. He liked his fans. What guy wouldn’t? But he didn’t treat her like an annoyance he was desperate to be rid of. He was sincere about the entire interaction. It was better than I’d seen from most celebrities.

As strange as it was, I had some experience with other celebs. I ran a fantastically popular wellness blog, Blaire Blush. I had a few million followers on social media, where I doled out relationship advice, preached body positivity, and helped girls all over the world love themselves. I was sponsored by ethically sourced fashion designers and constantly received boons in the mail from people who wanted my influence. It was exciting and kind of crazy that it had ballooned into this with nothing but a blog and my psychology degree.

“So, are you dating anyone?” Honey asked, dropping me square back into reality.

Campbell laughed and ran a hand back through his hair. “That’s a personal question.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. There’s just speculation that you’re talking to Nini Verona,” Honey said. Just casually dropping the name of one of the hottest models around.

“I know Nini,” Campbell said, “but I’m single.”

Honey sighed happily. Satisfied that he was still on the market.

Suddenly, his gaze drifted back to me. For those few minutes, I’d thought that he’d forgotten my existence entirely. There was something in those bright blue eyes that made me freeze like a deer caught in headlights. And I couldn’t look away even though I knew he was about to ruin my life all over again.

“Unless you want to go out with me,” Campbell said.



The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

They were the truth. The thing that I’d wanted to ask. But I’d also known I shouldn’t release them out into the world. I was still high on the aftereffects of the concert. Still lost to that buzz that I only got from music. Then, I’d opened my dressing room door, and there stood Blaire Barker.

There was fire in her eyes.

A part of her always looked ready to rip me in half.

But she was stunning all the same. Even more beautiful than the girl she had been when I fell for her in high school. Now, she was a woman with waist-length hair and those fringe bangs that always looked as if she were hiding a secret. Her blue eyes were kohl-rimmed and wide as an animated character. Like a Disney princess in disguise in a green minidress and high heels. Still, she was a foot shorter than me, and I liked that in a woman.

So, I’d asked her out. What was the harm?

Besides everything.

Blaire gaped at me in a mask of horror. Her assistant—the vapid, brainless girl that she somehow let work for her—shrieked loud enough that everyone turned to look at us. Honey resorted to babbling. Something about how incredible this was. And how it wasn’t real life.

But Blaire just glared at me as if I had some audacity to ask her that question.

“No,” she spat.

I stilled at the word. The heat in it. She wasn’t just mad. She was furious.

I knew how she felt about me. I’d known for years. I’d royally fucked up, and then I’d left. I was following my dreams, but I crushed hers at the same time. She hadn’t spoken to me in eight years, and I’d been back in Lubbock on and off for the last eighteen months. It was pretty clear that the last thing she wanted to do was go on a date with me. And still, I’d opened my fucking mouth.

“What? Blaire, come on,” Honey gasped.

“He was joking,” she bit out. She shot me a look that said, You better fucking go along with this. “Weren’t you, Campbell?”

I nodded slowly, not wanting to incur more of her wrath. “Yeah.” I shot Honey a small smile. “Just a joke.”