while I’m in the public eye a
little bit, I can still go incognito in most situations.”
“I have a plan for
that. Jane and the mentors like it, and I’ll be telling everyone
soon.
The mentors have kept
their promise and stayed away from us. I know what they did was
really bad, but I miss them. Maggie and I were extremely close, and I
wish I could talk to her about this, too.
“Call Maggie. She’d
love to hear from you,” Reina says, getting up and walking to the
door. “And one more thing. While I was watching you, I was also
watching Blake. He loves you, Audrey, and there is no doubt in my
mind that he’s going to choose you. He already has, and that won’t
change because his ex-wife is temporarily in the picture. Even if she
is a supermodel.”
Chapter 11
Blake
“What is this?”
Misha asks as I unlock the front door of our rental house.
“A house.”
“No. It’s a suite.
Maybe a guest house, but this is definitely not a house .”
“Well, it’s home
sweet home for the next two months, so you should get used to it.”
“Our bedroom in La
Jolla is bigger than this whole first floor.”
“ My bedroom might be, but yours was maybe half this size. Remember?”
“We both know that
was a temporary situation.”
“Stop. Please stop
arguing,” Jeanne says.
“I’m sorry, baby,”
I tell her.
“I’m going to go
set up in the master bedroom. This place has one of those, right?”
“Yes, Misha. It even
has a walk-in closet for you.”
“And a nice, big bed
for us?”
“ I’m sleeping in a guest room. The one with the lock on the door.”
“You act like I’m
so desperate that I’d sneak into your room and try to molest you or
something.”
“You tried to pick
the lock on my door back home.”
She glares at me and
then stomps up the stairs. I smile at Jeanne, and try to pretend like
everything’s great. “What do you think of the place. I know it’s not big, but we don’t really need
all that space.”
“I like it,” she
says and then looks down at her feet. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“All of this. Her.”
“She’s not easy,
but she loves you.”
“Not as much as she
loves herself.”
I can argue with that,
so I don’t try. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think she
ever loved me. I was just a trophy for her to parade around.”
“Do you miss Audrey?”
“More than you could
possibly imagine.” It’s been two weeks, and every morning I wake
up feeling like someone’s stabbing me in the heart.
“I miss her, too. Do
you think I could go see her?”
“Yes. I think she’d
like that.”
“Even after
everything I did?”
“She’s not going to
hold it against you.”
“I made you break up
with her.”
“Is that what you
think? That I broke up with her?” I ask, and she nods. “I didn’t.
I already told you that. Trying to work things out with your mom was
her idea. I asked her to wait for me, because I knew then, just as I
know now, this won’t work. I’d do anything for you—and her—so
I’ve been trying. I honestly tried to see if there was anything
still between us besides you.”
“There isn’t.”
“No, baby. I’m
sorry, but there’s not.”
“Did she really try
to break into your bedroom?”
I chuckle a little,
“Yeah.”
“This house isn’t
as secure. Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?”
“You’d protect your
old man?”
“Of course.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now
we just need to come up with a plan to get Mom to leave, and convince
Audrey to stay with us.”
“Your mom won’t
leave before the charity ball.”
“Of course not.”
“In the meantime, I
wanted to head over to the high school and check things out. Wanna
come along?”
“Aren’t my tutors
coming over soon?”
“I think one day off
isn’t going to hurt my little genius.”
“I’m not little.”
“You have to keep
reminding me, don’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s my job
as your kid.”
“Smart-ass.”
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