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ask Brooke to join them or ditch the lawyer altogether.
    She’d bet Kiki’s favorite Prada bag on the
latter. Brooke looked that good.
    Just to be safe, AJ had already secured
Millie and Brooke a reservation within two tables of Jason’s. But
this, this , was beautiful luck. Rather than making her
excuses and leaving at dinner, Millie could just hand Brooke over
and be home in time for True Hollywood Story.
    Jason was totally tongue-tied, too.
Excellent. He should be. Mental note, leave huge tip for salon
staff. Jason shouldn’t need to be re-smitten but, hey, the past was
the past. Given such superb circumstances, Millie was positive she
could get these two back together. Back to the place they were in
that photo. No. Better. Closer. More in love than either ever
thought possible. Hollywood stuff, at its best.
    Millie nearly patted her own back right
there. One night, candles, music, love. She could almost see Brooke
dressed in white. That smile back on her face. Millie finally rid
of one of her cupid’s handcuffs.
    “Elliott?” Brooke half gasped.
    Millie’s wedding waltz screeched a beat.
Elliott? Millie rose to her tiptoes to see past Jason’s broad
chest. But the guy was too f-ing tall. Elliott who? What had
Brooke’s attention just pirouetted to?
    Jason stepped out of the way. A
twenty-something guy stood staring at Brooke. Looking struck, like
the world had sucked off into outer space. Millie’s spirits crashed
mid-soar. Who the hell was he? Better yet, why the hell was Brooke
agog, grasping for words?
    Oh no. Brooke wasn’t the only one grasping.
Jason seemed at a loss for words, too. Spectacular. Millie choked
down the urge to knock him over the head and order him to do
something.
    “So, Jason.” Millie clapped his shoulder,
perhaps a tad too roughly. “It’s so nice to finally, officially
meet you. I’m Millie.”
    “Sure,” Jason said, his gaze staggering to
hers. “Yes. Nice to meet you.”
    Please let her be imagining this. Jason
offered Millie his hand but his gaze ping-ponged between his
ex-wife and this Elliott person. Did he sense it, too? This guy
thieving their moment?
    “Brooke?” the guy said.
    Brooke flushed with color, apparently
remembering how to speak. “What are you doing here?” Not so much
her audience, though.
    He shrugged and stepped closer. His mouth
made an “oh”, but no sound came out. Panic burned up Millie’s
throat. This was not part of the plan. Whoever this guy was, he was
mutilating one very carefully orchestrated strategy. Timing meant
everything. Jason had been about to fall splendidly back in love
with his ex-wife.
    Elliott had to go. Now.
    Millie crossed the circle their four bodies
made. “Hi there.”
    Elliott unhinged his stare from Brooke and
looked at Millie. “Hello,” he said, his voice strange sounding.
Like he hadn’t noticed her there. Or Jason. Or anyone else in the
friggin’ place, for that matter.
    Ridiculous.
    So, he knew Brooke. And Brooke knew him. No
biggie. Right?
    “I’m Millie.” She jutted her hand out.
“Elliott, is it?”
    He hesitated then shook her hand. “Good to
meet you.”
    Millie lowered her lashes and leaned in. “You
look really familiar,” she said, brushing a thread from his
shoulder. “Where do I know you from?”
    She didn’t need to look to know Jason had
seen his opportunity. Millie could feel him turn, interrupting
Brooke’s line of sight to Elliott. Good boy. Now all Millie had to
do was keep it that way. Interrupted.
    Elliott cocked his head a little oddly. “I
don’t know. U.N.R. , maybe?”
    Okay. So Millie wasn’t five-eight and
traffic-stopping anymore. She wasn’t about to give up. “Hmmm.
That’s weird. I wonder why you seem familiar. We haven’t met and
Brooke has never mentioned you.” She paused, one ear trained on
Brooke behind them. If Jason would just say something.
    Elliott stiffened. His hands sank deeper into
his pockets. “No?”
    “And I’m pretty certain she’d tell me