A Moment of Truth: A Complete Bonus Set (A Matter of Trust #1-2) Read Online Free PDF

world-renowned actor, a very hot commodity, so why would he bother with me? The reality is he probably won’t, so I chalk up tonight to a fantastic little memory to shelve and bring out the next time I’m having a bad day.
    I arrive home before Camille and Bridget, which gives me a chance to get my head out of the clouds. I wash up, change into my pajamas, and crawl under my chilly covers. Shutting my eyes, it’s Dan’s face I see, and our banter replays loud and clear. But the laughter in the living room brings me back to the real world. I hop up to greet my drunken roommates.
    “Hello, lushes!” I peer out of my bedroom and then walk over to join them.
    “Hey, Claire! You have a good night?” Camille asks, slurring a little.
    Bridget doesn’t wait for a response before launching into a tipsy story. “You’ll never guess what happened!” she nearly yells, grabbing onto my shirt.
    “What?”
    “We just saw Daniel Chase!” Bridget giggles and whoops.
    Oh no .
    “Really?” I ask, swallowing my panic.
    “Yeah, well, we were on our way home and decided to stop by that bar you went to when we ran into him on the street! Oh my God, Claire, he’s gorgeous!” Bridget stops to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.
    “Yes, and we weren’t the only ones to see him,” Camille adds, shrugging off her coat and then flopping on the nearby couch.
    I follow Camille and sit across from her on the recliner. “What do you mean?”
    Bridget stumbles in with her glass, sloshing a little water onto the floor, and plops next to Camille.
    “Well,” Bridget begins, “he was taking a picture with some girl and her friend, so we figured it was okay to say hi, so we were like, “Hi!” and he turned and shook our hands, and we asked what he was doing in the city and if he wanted to have a drink with us and—” Bridget stops to gulp some water.
    Oh God, I might puke. “Did you have drinks with him?” I ask as casually as possible.
    “No,” Camille answers. “He said he needed to sleep. Then Bridget here”—she nudges Bridget with her elbow—“asks him for his number.”
    “Did he give it to you?” I ask impatiently.
    Bridget nods as she drinks more water, dribbling a bit down the front of her shirt.
    “Well, he gave her a number,” Camille says.
    My rush from earlier vanishes. How could I have even entertained the idea that tonight might have been more than just a one-night thing? Men. This is why I don’t date. “Wow, that’s amazing!” I’m such a liar. “Are you going to call him?”
    “Yep,” Bridget says and dives across Camille for the retro hot lips landline Bridget insists we keep.
    Bridget dials before sprawling on the sofa. Camille shoves over, laughing.
    “Hi, Daniel, this is Bridget. I just met you outside Mickey’s like a half hour ago, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over.”
    I hear a loud male voice boom through the phone. Bridget’s face changes from giggly to aghast and she hangs up.
    “Well?” Camille asks.
    “That wasn’t Daniel. It was some guy named Len, and he was ticked off.”
    I bite my lip to stifle my laughter. He gave her his manager’s phone number!
    “What are you all smiley about?” Camille asks, eyeing me suspiciously.
    “Nothing. That’s just funny. I wonder whose number that was.”
    “So, how was your night?” Camille asks.
    “It was fun. I had a good time.”
    Camille beams. “Yeah? You had fun? At night? With people? At a bar?”
    “Oh, shut up, you.” I toss a throw pillow at her. “All right you drunkards, I’m going to bed.” Standing, I glance at Bridget, who is comfortably sprawled out. “Bridget, are you sleeping out here tonight?” I ask, whispering in her ear.
    With only jagged snores for a reply, Camille and I look at each other and bust out laughing.
    Camille stands, too, and covers Bridget with a blanket. She turns to me. “I’m so happy you had a good time tonight. I don’t want to make a big deal of it, but I really