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I drop my fork on the plate and rummage through my bag for my phone. I pull it out and check my messages.
Nothing.
A pang of something I can’t describe hits me dead in the chest.
“He didn’t text me to tell me.” I hate the complaint in my voice.
The deep-seated fear of rejection that’s plagued me since my mom died, kicks in.
“He’s having a hell of a day.” Her expression is apologetic, but it does nothing to lessen the blow.
He couldn’t text me or at least copy me on the message he sent Michaela?
Don’t take it personally, Lily.
I’m being overly sensitive.
He’s a virtual stranger.
No need to get bent out of shape because he changed hisplans at the last minute. The man has a business to run. I’m passing through town.
I pull in a breath and let it out. “Okay.”
“Since yesterday, he’s been dealing with a public relations nightmare, involving Jam Session’s show host. It’s a mess.”
“I didn’t know.”
She adjusts herself on the seat. “I should warn you.”
Uh, oh.
“Gage can be a bit… abrasive.”
“Given his position, I’m sure everyone wants a piece of him.”
“It’s more than that.” She lets out a long exhale. “People who were close to him, betrayed him in the worst possible way.”
“Oh, no.”
“It’s not my story to tell, so I won’t say more, but…” She falls silent for a beat. “I will say this, Gage tends to keep people at arm’s length. It took him a long time to warm up to me, but my husband warned me, so I didn’t take it personally. He also allows himself to be consumed by his business. In all fairness, most billionaires do, but Gage uses work as a protective shield.” She brushes a hand in front of her face, as if to sweep everything she just said under a rug. “Anyway, you shouldn’t be disappointed if he doesn’t show up tonight.”
A lump swells in my throat.
“But don’t worry, the sisterhood has your back,” she says. “Plus, you’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m no psychic, but I can predict the single guys in our inner circle will fight over you. Men will fall at your feet.”
There’s only one man I want to fall at my feet.
Chapter 17
Lily
The star power at the private affair at Club SIX10 is ridiculous.
I’m partying withtheKeira Knightley and kickass Stasia van Gameren. I didn’t put two and two together when Mikki mentioned her bestie’s name.
Oh, my freaking God.
When Keira arrived at Rod and Dom’s house, where the sisterhood was getting primped for tonight, I was starstruck for a full minute before I thought I was going to lose my shit. I had to control myself not to fuss all over her like a fan girl or beg for an autograph.
