Page 57 of Faking the Pass
I stopped and thought for a second. “Human shield. You’re too little to be a bodyguard, but you’ll make a great golddigger repellant.”
“So flattering,” she deadpanned, but there was a hint of life creeping back into her eyes.
Her tone turned hopeful. “Maybe we won’t even have to get married.”
“Maybe the celebrity shows and the tabloids will get tired of the story faster than we think,” she said. “And if Randy decides not to pursue the NDA thing in court, a fake wedding won’t even be necessary.”
That fingernails on a chalkboard feeling was back in my spine, and the soreness in my throat doubled.
Shereallydidn’t want to be here.
I mean, I hadn’t asked for this either, but Rosie was acting like she was hoping for a stay of execution from the governor or something.
“Right,” I said. “Well, I’d better get in the lap pool. I’m behind in my daily routine.”
“Sure. Go ahead. I’m going to make some food for myself—I’ll make something for you too.”
“Actually I’m on a really specific eating plan, for my recovery you know, so I’ll just make something later.”
“Oh.”
She looked a little disappointed. She was probably still worried about earning her keep or some horseshit like that.
“I understand. Well, have a good swim. Like I said, I’ll stay out of your way.”
With the size and layout of this house, that was going to be impossible.
I was shocked to realize I didn’t mind the idea nearly as much as I thought I would.
Chapter 14
A Lack of Vitamin D
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Over the next few days, Rosie proved me wrong.
She did an amazing job of avoiding me, coming out of her room only to grab something from the refrigerator or to ask if there had been any mail delivered here for her.
At first, I was glad. My concerns about being distracted had been unfounded.
But there were only so many hours you could work out and swim and prepare food—even with the meticulous weighing and measuring I always did.
And it felt weird to have her here under the same roof and barely interact with her.
A little company might have been nice in the evenings when my rehab routine was complete and I was just hanging out.
I knew she’d found the pictures of us from high school because she’d shared them on her social media with aheartfeltmessage about “friends who are there for you when you really need them,” and something to the effect of “don’t give up because it’s never too late to find your happiness.”
Other than readingthatabout a hundred times and keeping up with the comments that kept pouring in, I’d been periodically checking online to gauge the public reaction to our “rekindled love affair.”
As I’d predicted, the celebrity press was eating it up, and thankfully, speculation over how it had all come to be was drowning out the noise about her canceled wedding.
The junk press sites had moved on to the much juicer story of a jilted bride getting “revenge” with her famous football player ex.
Just as we’d planned.
There were also alotof negative articles about Randy.
