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shallower. Her ears buzzed as the blood rushed around her body. She closed her eyes and pushed out all the noise around her. Her thumb and forefinger pressed on the bridge of her nose, begging the burgeoning headache to stop. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Eventually.
“Eve, are you okay? Talk to me, girl.”
She inhaled a deep breath until she began to feel lightheaded and slowly released it. “I’m fine, Carla. Really.”
“How can you be fine? You love this asshole and he’s married! You are not fine!”
She tried to smile at her friend’s outrage, but her face refused to cooperate. "I am. I planned to talk to him today about…something else that would have turned into a break up, anyway. Now, I don’t have to worry.” Coward , her conscience taunted. She was a coward and she didn’t care. It’s bad enough to be the other woman, but to be the other woman carrying his baby? Nope, definitely not happening. It’s still his baby whether you’re together or not , she told herself.
“What were you going to tell…oh no. No, Eve. I’m sorry, so sorry.”
It was the mix of pity and sympathy in her friend’s voice that made her crack. It started as one tear, then two and then a deluge of tears rolled down her cheek and blurred her vision. “I can’t right now, Carla. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, Eve. I’m really sorry. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” she said as she hung up. Unsure of what to do or what to say, Eve sat and stared at her laptop until the battery died. She blinked away the tears that still fell down her cheeks and looked around the mostly empty office. She couldn’t do this now, not today. She packed her bags and called Marcus to oversee the inventory and setup for the rest of the week.
She needed to get away from the city.
***
Shit . Those damn society news vultures had well and truly ruined Alessandro’s life. Correction, his lie ruined it. He didn’t lie outright because she hadn’t asked, but Alessandro know that sometimes a lie of omission hurt worse than an outright lie. That stupid paper couldn’t have waited another twenty four hours? By then, he would have revealed the truth to her and they’d be fine. Probably.
Instead, he’d been ambushed by reporters at A.C. Scotti headquarters asking about his comatose wife. To say he’d been caught off guard would be an understatement. He was livid and ready to punch out a cameraman, which he would have done if not for his assistant. The first thought on his mind was Eve. He had to find her, to talk to her and explain everything.
But like everything else in his life, the universe was conspiring against him. One especially determined photographer had followed him around all day and Eve refused to talk to him. No, she hadn’t refused – she simply did not answer any of his calls. And she wasn’t at home. Or any of her shops.
He figured she would be at Carla’s so he’d driven across town to Malibu to be met with a raven haired pixie spitting fire at him. But no Eve. In fact, Carla looked surprised Eve wasn’t at home, which meant she was in the wind. He couldn’t bear it. He needed to talk to her, to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything would be alright.
“You have to find her,” Carla demanded, poking a finger in his chest. Hard.
“Why do you think I’m here, Carla?” His arms were crossed and he stared down at her with a hard look on his face.
“I’m assuming you came to explain why she didn’t know you were married this whole time.”
“Of course, that’s why I’m here.” Both hands raked through his dark locks. “At the risk of sounding like that guy, it isn’t how it looks. But there’s no way to make her understand without explaining the whole sordid mess.”
Carla looked up at him closely, her head leaned to the side. He squirmed under her observation, but he accepted it because he would need her help. “You love Eve.” Her voice was breathless with
“Eve, are you okay? Talk to me, girl.”
She inhaled a deep breath until she began to feel lightheaded and slowly released it. “I’m fine, Carla. Really.”
“How can you be fine? You love this asshole and he’s married! You are not fine!”
She tried to smile at her friend’s outrage, but her face refused to cooperate. "I am. I planned to talk to him today about…something else that would have turned into a break up, anyway. Now, I don’t have to worry.” Coward , her conscience taunted. She was a coward and she didn’t care. It’s bad enough to be the other woman, but to be the other woman carrying his baby? Nope, definitely not happening. It’s still his baby whether you’re together or not , she told herself.
“What were you going to tell…oh no. No, Eve. I’m sorry, so sorry.”
It was the mix of pity and sympathy in her friend’s voice that made her crack. It started as one tear, then two and then a deluge of tears rolled down her cheek and blurred her vision. “I can’t right now, Carla. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, Eve. I’m really sorry. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” she said as she hung up. Unsure of what to do or what to say, Eve sat and stared at her laptop until the battery died. She blinked away the tears that still fell down her cheeks and looked around the mostly empty office. She couldn’t do this now, not today. She packed her bags and called Marcus to oversee the inventory and setup for the rest of the week.
She needed to get away from the city.
***
Shit . Those damn society news vultures had well and truly ruined Alessandro’s life. Correction, his lie ruined it. He didn’t lie outright because she hadn’t asked, but Alessandro know that sometimes a lie of omission hurt worse than an outright lie. That stupid paper couldn’t have waited another twenty four hours? By then, he would have revealed the truth to her and they’d be fine. Probably.
Instead, he’d been ambushed by reporters at A.C. Scotti headquarters asking about his comatose wife. To say he’d been caught off guard would be an understatement. He was livid and ready to punch out a cameraman, which he would have done if not for his assistant. The first thought on his mind was Eve. He had to find her, to talk to her and explain everything.
But like everything else in his life, the universe was conspiring against him. One especially determined photographer had followed him around all day and Eve refused to talk to him. No, she hadn’t refused – she simply did not answer any of his calls. And she wasn’t at home. Or any of her shops.
He figured she would be at Carla’s so he’d driven across town to Malibu to be met with a raven haired pixie spitting fire at him. But no Eve. In fact, Carla looked surprised Eve wasn’t at home, which meant she was in the wind. He couldn’t bear it. He needed to talk to her, to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything would be alright.
“You have to find her,” Carla demanded, poking a finger in his chest. Hard.
“Why do you think I’m here, Carla?” His arms were crossed and he stared down at her with a hard look on his face.
“I’m assuming you came to explain why she didn’t know you were married this whole time.”
“Of course, that’s why I’m here.” Both hands raked through his dark locks. “At the risk of sounding like that guy, it isn’t how it looks. But there’s no way to make her understand without explaining the whole sordid mess.”
Carla looked up at him closely, her head leaned to the side. He squirmed under her observation, but he accepted it because he would need her help. “You love Eve.” Her voice was breathless with
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