Heather wasn't in the mood to go out. She had almost backed out, twice.
She had ignored Jake's text three times before finally replying, and even then, it was only a short: Fine. What time?
She didn't know why she said yes. Maybe because she wanted to get out of the house for a bit. Maybe it was the thought of being ungrateful toward a sponsor. Or maybe she just needed a distraction. Something that didn't look like an argument, or feel like a memory.
Jake said it was a dinner with some of the other sponsors. He made it sound casual—like something she couldn't really say no to. And technically, she couldn't. Not when her movie had both his name and Caius's company backing it.
