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remembered she had not eaten since this morning. Did she even have anything to eat in the house? When she arrived last night she only had a glass of wine and this morning she rushed out to meet Cindy at the local diner.
    She went back into the kitchen and when she opened up the freezer, a smile formed on her face. Fortunately, it looked like her mother stocked her freezer with some of her famous homemade food prior to her arrival.
    Mom made everything from scratch which made it incredibly delicious. Even after dining at the most elegant and highest rated restaurants around the world, nothing tasted as good as her mother’s cooking.
    Grabbing a container of ravioli, she placed it on the countertop and grabbed a pot to fill it with water. As she set the pot on the stove to boil, she grabbed one plate and then stopped. It was a long time since she made food for someone else. When she was married, her husband John insisted on hiring a cook to make all their meals, especially since Anne rarely had time to cook when she was home.
    The click of the door broke her out of her daze as Dean walked in. Automatically, he turned and locked the door behind him.
    "How is it out there?"
    "Total chaos. Officer Davis said that these guys have been here since the story of the accident broke and they haven't left. They really are just craving this story and want to milk it as much as they can."
    He noticed the pot and plates she set out. "That is actually a good idea."
    "There's enough for the both of us." She pulled out a wooden spoon from the drawer and stirred the water mindlessly. "I think there's some beer in the fridge. I usually don’t drink it so help yourself."
    "Thanks." He opened up the fridge grabbed the bottle and popped the cap off.
    "So does the officer know when these people will leave?"
    "No, it may be a while though. Usually if there is a hot story they won't leave until something bigger comes around."
    Anne opened up the container and dumped the ravioli into the boiling water. "I just want Missy to pull through. I honestly don’t care what kind of story they put together as long as Missy comes out of this accident." As she looked out the kitchen window, she could see the extra lights coming from the other side of her neighbor’s fence. She wondered how much those reporters paid them to camp out in their backyard. The anger inside of her started to boil like the water for the ravioli.
    Dean followed her gaze. Then he slid over to the window and pulled the blinds down.
    He sat down on one of the chairs by the kitchen table and took a sip of his beer. “Anne, you need to prepare yourself for whatever story they put together about Missy. It’s bound to be pretty ugly."
    The water boiled and Anne continued to stir it. “I know, I’ve been down this road before with my ex. I know what kind of lies they fling out there.”
    Dean saw his opportunity. “What happened?” She placed the spoon on the spoon rest and stared at the water. Since Dean was in the Middle East most of the time he probably didn’t even hear about her breakup. With him being her shadow for the next couple months he might as well know about her past. “I was traveling a lot while I was filming and one day we ended early so I decided to go back to our home in LA and have some R&R before my next trip. I came home to find him in bed with a seventeen- year-old actress.”

Chapter 5
    Disgust flowed through Dean as his eyebrows shot up. “Seventeen?”
    The raw hurt could be seen in her eyes. “Well, eighteen that day apparently, but I am sure it wasn't the first time they'd been together. He blamed me for the whole thing, of course, saying that I wasn’t attentive enough to his needs and that I didn’t try to make myself more attractive to him by getting a boob job.”
    “What a bastard.” He didn’t hide the anger in his voice. Everyone on his team would have given their right arm to be able to date Anne, let alone marry her. When he first broke up