Page 9 of Hollywood Undercover
“You go ahead,” Alexandra toldher.
“Oh hell, I guess I better. Lex, think about what I said, okay? Tropical island. Different guy every night. Or not. Seriously think about it. I’ll call you back when I get a free minute. If I don’t get a chance to call, I’ll be thinking about you. Love you,hun.”
“Love you too.Bye.”
Alexandra hung up and considered her options. She could take a short trek back home to recoup. It was a brilliant idea. Something like that would put enough distance between her and this latest romantic failure. She would have time to put her priorities in order. She would see her father. Most of all, it would probably keep her from drunk-dialing and drunk-textingWilkes.
Regardless of what Eva thought, getting over Wilkes would be tough. To Alexandra, he was a Greek god, with a chiseled body and face she hadn’t been able to deny. She needed to stay far away from him. The distance would keep her from having one last go at his bronzed brilliance. As she thought of him, she wasn’t even sure she was through with him for good. That was a badsign.
With her album in its finishing stages, she could probably clear her calendar for a week or two. She hadn’t seen her father since Christmas. Maxwell Storme would be ecstatic to have her back home. After her mother had passed, she and her father had been even closer. Only her demanding career kept her away, and with his schedule almost as busy as hers, he never complained about not seeing herenough.
The more Alexandra thought about it, the more she felt an extended trip to Tucson was a brilliantidea.
