Savor You (Fusion #5)(41)

“What do you think?” he asks me after they’re out of the room.

“I think I’m surprised,” I reply truthfully. “And I’m disappointed that you didn’t mention the change with your show last night.”

“I had better things to do,” he says with a smile.

“Really, you’re the one that has to decide if you want to do this,” I say. “You’re the one who will have to spend a chunk of time in Portland. My life really isn’t disrupted either way.”

“Okay, let me ask you this way. Do you want to work with me on a full-time basis?”

I frown and consider how much to say. Of course I want him here full time. The thought of him leaving makes me break out in hives.

But I don’t know if we’re ready for that kind of truth yet.

“Mia, you have to talk to me here.”

“I would be fine with it,” I reply. “Shooting the show with you last week was fun. I can see why Trevor wants to change things up this way. I just want to know how you feel.”

“Honestly, we would have had this conversation soon anyway, Trevor just beat me to the punch. I’d like to make Portland my home base for a while. I just got you back in my life, and I’m not ready to lose you again this soon. This show would be the perfect way for me to stay here.”

I smile, hope blooming in my chest. “You’d already thought about this?”

“I had. We would have had this exact talk within the next forty-eight hours, I promise you.”

“I’m definitely not ready to say good-bye to you.” I brush a strand of hair from my cheek. “I think this show would be fun. I’m in if you’re in.”

“Let’s call Trevor back and tell him it’s a go.” He smiles and kisses my cheek. “Thank you.”



“Were you surprised during the meeting yesterday?” Addie asks me the following afternoon. We’re in downtown Portland shopping—at my request.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me.

“I was worried that we’d been cancelled,” I reply and check out a black top. “But not being cancelled was a nice surprise.”

“Of course you’re not cancelled. You’re too good in front of the camera.”

I roll my eyes, but Addie keeps talking.

“I’m serious. I’ve been in front of the camera most of my life, and I know when someone has it. And you have it, my friend.”

“Well, thanks. And thanks for coming with me today. I usually hate to shop.”

“I know. Are you sick?”

“No.” I laugh and hold up a bright pink pair of pants. “I need help from the fashionista.”

“I’m your girl,” she says, and shakes her head no at the pink pants. “Put those down right now. Don’t even look at them again.”

“Yes ma’am.” I hold my arms out at my sides and look around. “I don’t know where to start. I usually just buy stuff that isn’t tight and is easy to wash.”

“This is painful,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Okay, today is going to be a lesson in fashion. Now that you’ll be on TV full time, we need to revamp your wardrobe. Are you going to have someone do your wardrobe for the show?”

“I don’t think so,” I reply.

“Okay great. You can write most of this off on your taxes, since you’ll be wearing it on air. We’re going to start with pants, then tops and dresses. We’ll end our day with shoes and bags because that’s my favorite part, so we’ll consider it dessert.”

“Is this going to take a long time?”

“Do you have something else to do?” She raises a brow.

“I have a date with Camden at seven.”

“We’ll be done by then, and you’ll have a sexy new outfit to rock on that date. Trust me.”

“I do.” She leads me into the plus-sized section of Nordstrom and starts looking through racks and racks of jeans. She pulls out four pairs of jeans, two pairs of cropped pants, and moves on to tops.

By the time she’s done, the dressing room is filled with every fabric and color there is. Addie takes a seat on the bench outside the dressing room and points at me. “Go try them on.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

I roll my eyes and shut the door, looking around me. She’s organized them by outfit, thank God. Otherwise, I never would be able to pair them up.

I try on several outfits that she likes, but she doesn’t love.

“Try the black-and-white striped cold shoulder top next.”

“Why do I want my shoulders to be cold?”

She laughs and shrugs. “Because it’s cute.”

I try on the one she wants and walk out to look in the mirror. “Oh, I like this. I have a waist.”

“Exactly,” she says with a nod, standing next to me. “See, it’s not a sack. We don’t lose you in there. It hugs you where you want to show off, and it camouflages the spots we don’t want to draw attention to.

“Now, we’ll add a pair of ripped cropped pants, and this look is so cute.”

I add the pants and can’t help but agree with her. The outfit is flattering and fun.