“I need to set up a visit with my father.”
Her eyes light up as she nods, but before we can say another word, Finley bursts out onto the porch, waving her cell phone in her hand.
“What are you doing awake, Fin?—”
“There’s video footage of Rebels bein’ shared online.”
I snigger, assuming she’s talking about the brawl between the crews from Whispering Willows and Broken Hart, but she pins me with a stern look.
“You realize it’s footage of you two makin’ out, right?”
Emmy sits up straight, her eyes widening in shock as Finley giggles. “Sure looks like an award-winning performance if ever I saw one.”
CHAPTER 33
EMERSON
Two Days Later
Manhattan
“I can’t waitto see you there, Cowboy.”
He rumbles a deep laugh on the other end of the line, his voice filled with promise as he murmurs, “I’ll be doin’ so much more than seein’ you, baby.”
I sigh and hang up my cell, meeting Hayley’s eyes in the mirror as I continue my moisturizing routine. The smile on her face speaks a thousand words, and I reach for her hand to squeeze it lightly.
“I love you, Hayles.”
Her smile widens. “You too, Em.”
In the two days since being back in Manhattan, it’s been a nonstop whirlwind of press events. Beck had jumped right back into damage-control mode, no grudges held.
Thankfully, Hayley had already filed the press release, so the fallout from the leaked footage at Rebels wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Even so, I’m glad to have Beck in my corner.
The only thing that’s missing now is Ford, who stayed behind to request a visit with his father. Considering his crimes and notoriety, we weren’t hopeful for a visit any time soon, and he’d planned on flying back to Manhattan for theBreaking Uspremiere tonight, but a phone call this morning changed all of that.
Seemingly, Ford’s friend, Vaughn, pulled some strings, and he’s currently on his way to the maximum-security prison that houses his dad outside Houston.
“Will he make it back in time for the premiere?”
I nod. “Heshouldbe here just in time. If not for the red carpet, then for the actual premiere itself.”
Hayley sniggers behind her hand, arching a devilish brow. “Will he be able to watch you having fake sex with Lawson?”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at my sister’s train of thought even as I shrug.
“I mean, after everything that happened in Texas and how Law stepped up to deflect any negative press in the aftermath of that footage leaking, I don’t possibly see how any animosity could remain between them.”
Lawson had gone so far as to release a press statement declaring that I’d wanted to end the relationship long before the announcement, something both myself and Ford hadn’t expected but were beyond grateful for.
Hayley’s cell rings, and she holds up her index finger. “I have to take this. It’s Carter, and he was supposed to have arrived with your dress for the premiere twenty minutes ago.”
My mild-mannered sister smoothly transitions into my kick-ass PA when she answers the call with a straightforward, “You’relate, Carter. And it simply will not suffice.”
I chuckle to myself as she leaves my ensuite.
Or rather, Ford’s ensuite.
