Page 48 of Lost Love Found

“You got it. Thanks, man.” We shake hands and he turns, walking out without another word.

Now I really just want to get the fuck out of here and get to Elaina.

Owen, Raf, Maeve and I all share a car to a nearby shooting location. We’ve had to have Owen and Raf with us often because there have been so many paparazzi around during the filming of this movie. I get in the car and see that Raf is driving, Owen is upfront, and Maeve and I are in the back.

“Hey, has anyone checked in with Elaina lately?” I look around, hoping that with all of their busy schedules, they haven’t forgotten about the one person who never forgets about anyone else.

“I saw her yesterday,” Maeve says. “I brought her those donuts she adores to say thanks for the things you guys dropped off at the beach house. Thanks for going with her, by the way.” She smiles softly at me.

“I stopped by two days ago and I brought her lunch from Bella’s.” This comes from Raf.

“I talk to her almost every day. We just had dinner the other night and Face Timed our mom together.” Owen turns around to look at me as he answers. “Don’t worry, big man. Your girl’s alright.” He shoots me a crooked smile and I hear Maeve giggle.

“Bloody hell, Adam. Bon’s really done a number on you, hasn’t she? It’s really nice to see how much you care about her, though.” She smacks me on the shoulder and laughs again.

“Does everyone know?” I lift my hands in the air in an exasperated motion and slap them down on my thighs.

“Yes.”

“Yup.”

“Uh-huh.”

All three answer together. Fuck. Am I really that obvious? I guess that’s what I get for not being in a relationship for years. I have no clue what I’m doing. “Great.”

“Everyone but your girl, that is. She’s a stubborn one. You’re going to have to reeeeeally work for it.” Maeve shoots me a sympathetic smile. “And that’s all I’ll say on that. But she’s worth it. She’s worth every bit of effort. That I can promise you.”

“I know. I know she is. Did she tell you I kissed her on set the other day? I completely lost it. Forgot where I was. Fuck.” I rub my eyes with the balls of my palms, trying not to relive the moment too much even though it’s pretty much all I’ve thought about for days.

“She didn’t have to tell me. We all saw your snog fest and we all needed cold showers after, thanks to you two.” She laughs again. It’s nice that Maeve makes this feel a little more lighthearted, especially when I’m having a hard time processing all the thoughts and feelings going through me.

“Enough about that though. It’s bad enough I had to hear about my little sister doing… that… from half a dozen people already. Not you, too, Maevey.” Owen’s tone changes when he says Maeve’s name. It’s somehow softer and she blushes when he says it. Huh… that’s weird.

Raf is pretty quiet for the ride, but I see him look back at me through the mirror a few times. He’s sympathetic and concerned. I think the sympathy is for me, and the concern for Elaina.

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you miss me?

elaina

The days go by in a blur. I'm thankful for Raf and Maeve's visits, and talking to Owen is one of my favorite parts of the day. A few months ago, I would have thought it impossible that my brother and I would be this close again.

My brain is a jumbled mess. All I think about is Adam, but I don’t know where we stand right now. I haven’t fully processed the kiss. Kisses. Mostly the kiss at the studio. I’m still in knots over the whole thing.

After I dropped Frankie off with the dog sitter, Taylor came over to help me pack some outfits for Hawaii and help me pick out a dress for the wedding. I feel much better knowing he’s helping me. With the way my thoughts have been in a scramble of lust and confusion, I might pack myself a parka and forget all my underwear.

I’m all packed and ready to head out when I get a text from Adam.

ADAM

Hey, I’m swinging by to pick you up in 10, OK?

See you soon.

This is just about all we’ve said to one another this past week other than the occasional text or hello/goodbye as we see one another in passing. I hate it. I miss him. Again! And we’re living in the same house. But it all feels different now because of the kisses.

When I hear the car, I rush out the door with my suitcase and Adam is standing outside, arms crossed, leaning on the car. Damn, he looks good, and all he’s wearing is jeans and a T-shirt. Not fair. I want to jump up and hug him, but I don’t, worried that it’ll make things even weirder. The driver takes my suitcase and I reach for the door, but Adam stops me.

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