Page 179 of Hollywood Undercover
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“Sure.”
“I’ll call the travel agent andreschedule.”
“Okay. Look I’ve got to go, Bash. I’ll…I’m sorry. Takecare.”
Alexandra hung up before he could get another wordin.
Crap.
He tried to blot out the rage that was surfacing. None of what happened tonight should have come as asurprise.
Then why do I feel likeshit?
