line.
My mom had tried to reach me several times but I hadnât answered her calls. Really, there was no rush. If thereâd been an actual family emergency someone other than Mom would have called me.
Momâs a former beauty queen. Really. Sheâs not great in a crisis. Believe me, sheâs the last person youâd want to depend on if something major went down.
I couldnât put off contacting her any longerâyet I knew how to do it without actually talking to her. Right now, at this very moment, was Momâs standing appointment with her hairdresser. No way would she answerâeven if it was a real family emergency.
I pulled out my cell phone and called her. When her voicemail picked up I left a quick message.
I inched forward in line and called Detective Shuman. I figured that if anybody could root out the names of the Hollywood Haven employees that Vida had mentioned, whom Derrick had fired for minor rule infractionsâmaking them possible murder suspects, something I could use more ofâit would be Shuman. He hadnât caught the case but surely he could contact Detectives Walker and Teague and find out what was going on with the investigation.
Shuman didnât pick up, so I left a message explaining what I needed.
The line moved forward. I pulled up to the window, paid, grabbed my mocha Frappuccino, and took a long sip. I desperately needed the boost because now I had to call Ty.
C HAPTER 8
T y had a large corporation to run on two continents, thousands of employees, millions of dollars at stake, and four generations of ancestors breathing down his neck. He was busy, super busy. He made no secret that his commitment to Holtâs Department Stores came first.
So as I pulled away from the Starbucks with my frosty cup of I-desperately-need-the-boost mocha Frappuccino in hand and activated my Bluetooth, it didnât occur to me that Ty would answer my call. Before the second ring finished, he picked up.
âHaley?â
I nearly ran up on the curb.
His voice sent a shiver through me, reminding me of all the times heâd whispered my name in our most private moments, when heâd called to me because he wanted to share something he thought interesting, when heâd laughed at an outlandish thing Iâd done.
And when heâd said good-bye to me that last time when weâd broken up.
Weâd seen each other twice since that day. Once was when weâd run into each other on the street.
Letâs just say I hadnât handled it well.
The second time was at a wedding weâd both ended up attendingâlong story.
From the voices I heard in the background on Tyâs end of the call I knew he was in his office in downtown L.A. with subordinates crowded around his desk, or he was in a meeting. Iâd heard that racket often when we were dating and Iâd tried to talk to him about something.
Surprisingly, a few seconds after Ty answered my call the chatter ceased abruptly and I heard a door close.
âHaley . . . Iâm . . . Iâm glad you called. Really glad,â he said. âHow . . . how are you?â
âIâmââ
I didnât know how to answer. Iâd had a tough time immediately after things ended between us, stuck in breakup zombie land for a long time. But now I was better. I was good. Great, really.
Or so Iâd thought until I heard Tyâs voice.
I swung into a parking lot and pulled crossways across four spaces.
âIâm good,â I forced myself to say, but really my heart was racing and my palms were sweating, and I didnât know how I felt at the moment.
A long silence stretched between us. I couldnât seem to think of anything to say, and neither could he.
I guess I should have planned this call better.
Maybe I should have planned a lot of things better.
âSo, uh, whatâs up?â Ty finally asked.
Time was precious to Ty. He always had a tight schedule and he
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