Page 176 of Hollywood Undercover
Alexandra groaned. “What’s he doing? What did hesay?”
“He waved…and now he’s letting in a pretty littleredhead.”
That got her attention. “He’s letting someone in?Who?”
“Well, I don’t know her name, Alexandra. Maybe you should call him andask.”
“Ugh! Just don’t say anythingmore.”
“Alright—talk to you later,Alexandra.”
“Wait,Dad!”
Her father laughed quietly on the other end of the line, aware of exactly what he was doing. “Yes,Alexandra?”
“Take a picture of Bash and whoever that redhead chick is, and send it tome.”
“What’s wrong with you, child? No, Alexandra, I’m not going to pry into that man’s personal life for you. If you want to know howSebastianis doing or who he’s with, why don’t you give him a call? I still don’t understand why you two aren’t together by now. Must I remind you how much of a godsend he was for you while I wassick?”
“It’s not what you think, Dad…nevermind.”
“Oh. Well, if it makes you feel any better, the redhead doesn’t seem to be an overnight guest. She’s leaving and heading back to her car. Oh. Scratch that, she’s going back inside with takeout foodbags.”
“Where are you?” she asked, suddenly picturing her father hanging out in the bushes to play spy forher.
“I’m on the porch.Why?”
“Nothing. Don’t tell me anymore. Just…I love you, you know that. Good night, Daddy. Sorry I called this late. Now get somesleep.”
“Nine-fifteen isn’t that late, you know. I’m not that old. I love you, too, honey. Goodnight.”
Alexandra hung up, and sat in her driveway a few more minutes, contemplating who this redhead was, showing up at Bash’s house. “A new girlfriend already?” she mumbled regretfully. “Thisquickly?”
I hope sheisn’t.
Not that I have any right to hope. Idon’t.
She dragged herself out of her car and into her house. “Well, it was bound to happen eventually, Lex,” she saidaloud.
Still, that was fast. Everything was fine two days ago, and now he had a date? If he had seen the scandal, it would be reason enough, but gosh, he wouldn’t even take her call to let herexplain.
Sighing, she headed upstairs and into her master bathroom to fill the bathtub. She slid her smartphone on the ledge and undressed, ready to let the fragrant bubble bath help her wash it all away. Lowering inside the tub, she laid her head back, wishing she could just let it go, but couldn’t stop thinking about Bash and this redhead. It sure explained why he didn’t answer hercalls.
Suddenly she just didn’t want to let it go. Letting it go—letting him go—wasn’t anoption.
Who am I kidding? I want to talk to him and beg him toreconsider.
Finding his number in her call logs, she hit redial and waited, wondering what to tell him if he answered thistime.
He took the call! “Hello,Bash?”
There was no response, but someone definitely answered. There was noise on the other end. That was when she made out a woman’s voice in the background, and her ears really perkedup.
