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“I still can’t believe Christensen pressed the pause button on his manwhoring,” Piers says. “Now that he’s no longer sowing his oats, we can only rely on Collin Dennison to carry the torch.”

“You should talk,” I say. “Last time I checked, you were still single.”

“Oh, that hasn’t changed, but unlike Beckett, my dick never makes the first page of the entertainment publications or websites.”

“Good point.” I chuckle.

Forty-year-old Piers Somerville is my sponsor. Over the years, our relationship has transformed into a real friendship.

His journey resembles Beckett’s.

Where I rocked the audience with my flow, rhymes and smooth hip-hop moves, Piers charmed his devoted fans on the big screen. He was a child actor on top of the world who made a successful transition until he came tumbling down.

He believed he was invincible, therefore, untouchable. He coped with the highs and lows of life with drugs. Like me, he rose from the gutter of addiction—he now owns a successful craft beer company. Once his life was in order, he started mentoring other addicts. Neither of us takes our second wind of success for granted.

“Seriously, man, congratulations.” His amber eyes hold mine. “I’m really proud of you. You’ve come a long way. Not only with SCORE Yours, but in every aspect of your life and now… you’re dating the most coveted face in Los Angeles.”

“I can’t keep up with all the changes in my own life,” I say. “Why don’t you come over this weekend? I’d love for you to meet Keira.”

“I’d love that,” he says.

“Sunday afternoon work?”

“Absolutely—”

My phone rings, interrupting him.

“Let me turn that off.” I pull out my phone from the inside pocket of my suit jacket. I’m about to put it in silent mode when a text message flies across my screen.

The call is from Shane while the text comes from Collin.

I shake my head.

“What is it?”

I chuckle. “The Dennison brothers must be up to no good because they’re both trying to reach me at the same time.”

“Don’t hold back on my account,” he says.

“Let me see what they want.”

“Shane––”

“Rhys, it’s about Keira.” He’s out of breath.

“What about Keira?”

Piers cocks an eyebrow.

I shrug.

“She was in an accident––”

“What?” I sit up straight in my chair.

“The paramedics just drove off with her to the hospital,” Shane says in one breath.

My heart stops dead as my world comes to a careening halt. “Hospital? Accident? Keira?” I fire questions at him. “Shane, what the fuck are you talking about?”