Enzo's Pov
I walk Perry out to the driveway while Eden heads back upstairs, probably to change the bedsheets or something. He keeps throwing these sideways glances at me, his face sporting a snarky, knowing look that I know all too well. I do my best to ignore it, focusing on the concrete under my feet.
After a long discussion, we finally settled on having the fan meeting a few days after the planned magazine shoot. I still have to leave later for that other shoot I missed a few days ago because of everything. Just the thought of it is awfully annoying for no particular reason, but I guess it is something I can manage.
"She's smart, you know," Perry says, breaking the comfortable silence between us. "Like, really smart. Especially for someone who's never actually practiced journalism professionally."
"It's probably just because her family runs a hockey agency too," I offer with a shrug, trying to downplay it. "She knows how the sports world works from that side."
