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That sucked.
This was where I should let it go. He’d made his thoughts clear. We hadn’t been friends since we were kids.
But seeing him again today… It was meant to be.
I rarely used my connections in Hollywood, but for this I was willing to make a call. I dialed my agent. “I want to know where Elijah is. What he’s doing.”
“You don’t already know?” Randy sounded shocked.
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did.”
As Randy explained to me that Eli was a fixer, an odd feeling blossomed inside.
“I want to know what movie he’s working on in Utah,” I said. “Please.”
Because yeah, I was going to make things right with Eli.
5
kandace
It’d beenfive months since I was in Milan.
Every time I talked to Carly, or caught the scent of good espresso, or saw a Donovan meme on my son’s social media, I had tiny flashbacks to that night with Joystick.
Was that normal?
For instance, right now I was standing on a makeshift sound stage, people rushing around me, cameras on one side of the room…. I should be completely focused on finding Andrew, and instead I was wondering if Joystick ever missed this.
It was bedlam here. The kind of chaos that Andrew was probably thriving on. The kind of setting that made me want to start writing up lists and schedules and spreadsheets.
I’d liked that wild side of me, with Joystick. With the sexy stranger in a foreign land. I’d liked letting loose for the night.
“Coming through.” A shout startled me, and I pressed my back to the wall to let a pair of men carrying a large wooden trunk pass by.
I also liked the order that was my normal life. That when I had Lucas home for Christmas break, I had a chance to mother my fastidious boy and pretend he wasn’t an adult in his first year of college now. We shopped. Bought him new clothes, a few more pieces of furniture for his apartment.
And I spent an unreasonable amount of those trips grateful that he’d grown out of that phase where he wanted all the Donovan merchandise. It was already weird that there were pictures hanging on Lucas’s wall of the teenage version of the adult man who gave me the best sex of my life. That Lucas loved those shows in syndication, that a lot of kids his age did,because of the super obvious gay vibes, Mom.
“Excuse me.” I tried to flag down people as they hurried past. A couple of them glanced in my direction, and one or two said, “I’ll be right with you,” but no one stopped.
Andrew tried to invite me down here while they were still doing the initial construction, but December was a busy month at The Raphael Group, with everyone pushing for last minute money or sales or spending or something.
I should’ve made time before the place was packed. And why was this map so crappy? Where was Andrew’s temporary office?
I was drawing in a deep breath to shout and draw attention, when a man stopped in front of me. He was about Andrew’s age, maybe a little younger. At least ten years my junior.
About Joystick’s age.
Enough, me. It had been an incredible night, and I wouldn’t deny that, but I was putting anything but the memories out of my head. If I lived in Mental Milan forever, I’d never get anything done. Ever again.
“Can I help you find something?” He was sexy in a smart, responsible kind of way.
The kind of guy I’d probably be much happier fucking long term.
It was time to knock it off. Seriously. I’d never been thatI’d jump his boneswith every single guy I met. I needed balance. I could probably still have some fun, but notsleep with a stranger in Italykinds of wild. “I’m looking for Andrew Newton,” I said.
He dragged his gaze over me, and I swore he lingered on my hips and breasts before finally looking me in the eye. The staring wasn’t enough for me to call him out on it, especially with the heat he sent spilling through me.
