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was in love with him. But I was also shaken to my very core. I’d been forced into this interview because he and Chaz thought it was a good idea, but the worst possible thing that could happen had happened. All I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and stay there, and if I had to go all the way to Dallas to make that happen, that was just going to be my new reality.
“I don’t want you to go back to Dallas,” Devon said. “I want you to stay here with me. I want you to be happy.”
“You want me to be happy?” I put my hands on my hips, studying him through the tears that hadn’t stopped falling since I fled the studio.
“Yes. That’s all I want. For you to be happy.” He looked so anxious, but I didn’t have a shred of pity for him.
“Then take me home. Now.”
Devon only hesitated a moment before nodding. “Chaz, get the car.”
We left the studio lot in a squeal of rubber, the cameras still filming our escape.
Chapter 6
“June, you can’t stay in here forever.” Devon was studying me, his hands on his hips, his mouth turned downward in disapproval.
“The hell I can’t,” I countered. I was wrapped in an oversized terrycloth robe, tucked neatly into bed, a pile of books beside me. I wished it could’ve been fat, glossy fashion magazines, but it was too risky. My story had gone viral after the interview, and I could enjoy loads of unsolicited features on myself in the strangest of places. There were speculative pieces about my intentions with Devon, about collusion with my “long-lost parents” to get sympathy from people, even one story that decided I’d mercy-killed Nana to spare her the misery of further health declines. No, I was going to stick to classic literature for now. It was a good distraction, and it reminded me of the required English classes that I had had to take in college.
“You have to be seen eventually,” he reasoned. “Nobody faults you for what happened.”
“Everyone faults me,” I said. “Haven’t you been online?”
“I thought you didn’t have social media,” Devon said, pursing his lips.
“I don’t have to have it to see what people are saying about me.”
“What did I tell you about following that stuff?” he asked. “Just stop. It doesn’t do anyone any good—you least of all.”
“I looked like an idiot, Devon,” I sighed. “Even worse, I looked like a pathetic idiot. I thought you said that Chaz vetted this interview.”
“He thought he did, too,” Devon said, looking grim. “I’ve blacklisted Kelly. She got her scoop, but only once.”
I shrugged. “That means literally nothing to me.”
“It’s a big deal in showbiz,” he said. “She used to be Chaz’s go-to media contact. He’d feed her stuff ahead of the competition, but that’s not happening anymore. She’s out of the fold.”
“Again, I fail to see how that should make me feel any better about what happened.” I flipped a page of the novel I was marching through, not caring that I hadn’t washed the makeup off my face or the product out of my hair since my TV appearance. Nothing mattered right now. Nana was gone, I’d moved in with a movie star, and I was an international laughingstock. Taking a shower was awfully low on my list of things I needed to accomplish. Finding a new life was number one.
“June, I can’t change what happened,” Devon said, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, let alone on live television. What do you want me to do? Name anything. I will do anything to make you feel better.”
“Find me a time machine,” I suggested.
“So you can go back in time and avoid Kelly?” He smiled. “Good plan.”
“So I can go back in time and not take that pizza delivery to your hotel room in Dallas,” I said, hating myself for loving it as that smile faded.
“You can take it out on me,” he said patiently. “I can play the whipping boy for you, June. I told you I’d do
“I don’t want you to go back to Dallas,” Devon said. “I want you to stay here with me. I want you to be happy.”
“You want me to be happy?” I put my hands on my hips, studying him through the tears that hadn’t stopped falling since I fled the studio.
“Yes. That’s all I want. For you to be happy.” He looked so anxious, but I didn’t have a shred of pity for him.
“Then take me home. Now.”
Devon only hesitated a moment before nodding. “Chaz, get the car.”
We left the studio lot in a squeal of rubber, the cameras still filming our escape.
Chapter 6
“June, you can’t stay in here forever.” Devon was studying me, his hands on his hips, his mouth turned downward in disapproval.
“The hell I can’t,” I countered. I was wrapped in an oversized terrycloth robe, tucked neatly into bed, a pile of books beside me. I wished it could’ve been fat, glossy fashion magazines, but it was too risky. My story had gone viral after the interview, and I could enjoy loads of unsolicited features on myself in the strangest of places. There were speculative pieces about my intentions with Devon, about collusion with my “long-lost parents” to get sympathy from people, even one story that decided I’d mercy-killed Nana to spare her the misery of further health declines. No, I was going to stick to classic literature for now. It was a good distraction, and it reminded me of the required English classes that I had had to take in college.
“You have to be seen eventually,” he reasoned. “Nobody faults you for what happened.”
“Everyone faults me,” I said. “Haven’t you been online?”
“I thought you didn’t have social media,” Devon said, pursing his lips.
“I don’t have to have it to see what people are saying about me.”
“What did I tell you about following that stuff?” he asked. “Just stop. It doesn’t do anyone any good—you least of all.”
“I looked like an idiot, Devon,” I sighed. “Even worse, I looked like a pathetic idiot. I thought you said that Chaz vetted this interview.”
“He thought he did, too,” Devon said, looking grim. “I’ve blacklisted Kelly. She got her scoop, but only once.”
I shrugged. “That means literally nothing to me.”
“It’s a big deal in showbiz,” he said. “She used to be Chaz’s go-to media contact. He’d feed her stuff ahead of the competition, but that’s not happening anymore. She’s out of the fold.”
“Again, I fail to see how that should make me feel any better about what happened.” I flipped a page of the novel I was marching through, not caring that I hadn’t washed the makeup off my face or the product out of my hair since my TV appearance. Nothing mattered right now. Nana was gone, I’d moved in with a movie star, and I was an international laughingstock. Taking a shower was awfully low on my list of things I needed to accomplish. Finding a new life was number one.
“June, I can’t change what happened,” Devon said, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, let alone on live television. What do you want me to do? Name anything. I will do anything to make you feel better.”
“Find me a time machine,” I suggested.
“So you can go back in time and avoid Kelly?” He smiled. “Good plan.”
“So I can go back in time and not take that pizza delivery to your hotel room in Dallas,” I said, hating myself for loving it as that smile faded.
“You can take it out on me,” he said patiently. “I can play the whipping boy for you, June. I told you I’d do
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