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“The one he went into rehab for?”

“Sadly, no. This accident was someone else’s fault and it put both him and Paige in the hospital. Anyway...her family owns a big PR firm here in L.A. and Dylan was doing some community service stuff that included a literacy campaign and...”

When he looked over, she was asleep.

And snoring softly.

Just looking at her made his heart ache. She was so beautiful and even though he knew she was only three years younger than him, looking at her now, he’d swear she was much younger. What this beautiful and vivacious woman saw in a graying old guy like him still boggled his mind.

But he wasn’t about to argue it either.

He loved her.

So much it hurt.

A dozen different scenarios played through his mind about what was going to happen once they got back to his place. Obviously he wasn’t going to pounce and start demanding that she tell him how she felt about him, them, and where all this was going, but he also knew that he was done waiting. He had to know where he stood; had to know if she was going to break his heart or make him the happiest man in the world.

Please don’t break my heart...

Music was softly playing and the traffic was its usual nightmare, but he actually found it all soothing. He loved his life here in California—it was familiar and comfortable—but he’d give it up in a minute for her.

Way to sound needy...

Yeah, he was going to have to choose his words carefully. No doubt if he just let his mouth get away from him, he’d beg and grovel to get her to stay with him. And he didn’t care where they lived, just as long as they were together.

His phone rang, interrupting his thoughts, and he saw Lynn’s name on the screen. Tapping the dashboard screen, he answered.

“Hey, Lynn. What’s up?”

“Hey, Mick. I’m so sorry to bother you, but we’ve got a bit of a situation here.”

Great.

“I know you’re technically still on vacation and believe me, we’ve tried to handle it without bothering you...”

“It’s fine. Really. What’s going on?”

“Word got out about you meeting with Simon Bennett and we’ve been getting bombarded with requests for an interview from all the entertainment shows and TMZ,” she explained. “We never talked about keeping this quiet, but we also never talked about whether this is something that’s actually going to happen. So...how do you want us to handle it?”

He looked at the clock and knew he could have them home in around thirty minutes. Working was definitely not on his agenda today, but he knew he needed to put out some fires and that he could do it swiftly.

“Okay, I’m about thirty minutes from my house, and I don’t want to talk to anyone while I’m driving. Set up a call with our team for in forty-five minutes so I have time to get inside and to my office, and we’ll send out a statement to get people off our backs for a bit. Did Simon talk to you and set up an appointment?”

“He did. He’s coming in on Friday. Do you think we need to put out a statement, or can we just wait?”

“No, let’s put something out and calm everyone down. Forward me any inquiries you’ve gotten and draft up a statement we might use. I know I didn’t give you much to work with concerning what I’m thinking about Simon and his future, so that’s on me. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with that.”

“Mick, please. This is just another day at the office. I’m the one who’s sorry for bugging you so close to the end of your trip. How did everything go? Did you enjoy Disneyland?” There was amusement in her voice, and he knew she thought he was crazy for spending time there.

“Actually, I enjoyed it. Way too much walking around and I found out that I can’t ride roller coasters like I did when I was younger, but Sienna loved it. I’ll have to show you all the pictures when I’m back in the office.”

“Oh? There are pictures?”

“More than you can even imagine,” he said with a laugh.

“Please tell me you’re wearing mouse ears in at least one of them!”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He took a moment to let that sink in. “Okay, set everything up and I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

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