Sebastian had seemed happy to see me.
He’d remembered our codes.
And…so had I.
I fell onto the bed and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. The more I thought about it, asking Skye out made sense. He was so obnoxiously Hollywood now. With his muscular physique and chiseled features, he didn’t need plastic surgery. He was one of the rare people who were born gorgeous. Time had only enhanced his allure.
He'd bragged to me about how good his life had gotten after I left, and all I could think about was how bright his green eyes were now. A far cry from the dull, depressed look he wore when we were kids. He’d wanted me to know that my sudden departure from L.A. hadn’t hurt him. And I couldn’t say the same. This was just another kick in the shin to tell me he was over me.
It was hard not to take that personally. Exhaling, I sat up. Staying here, alone in my room, I’d go crazy thinking about him and Skye. I needed to do something.
I took a nausea pill then showered, changed, and redid my makeup. I waited until I heard Skye’s voice in the hall, heading downstairs. Once I was confident she’d left for her date, I exited my room. I went down and wandered into the bar.
“Blueberry lemon drop,” I ordered.
“Is this who I think it is?” A handsome man with a sun-kissed tan and slightly long, tousled, sandy blond hair slid over, flashing a bright smile. “Evie Reyes?”
I eyed him cautiously. He wore a dusty blue suit, but he appeared young. “And you are?”
“Glenn Thornton. I’m one of the producers forSimon Says Six. It’s nice to finally meet you. I was a huge fan of your mom.”
Thornton.
I stiffened.
“Six Six.”
“What’s that?”
“The movie isSimon Says Six: Six Six.”
He eyed me curiously. “Right.”
The bartender returned with my drink. Glenn ordered a rum and Coke and sat beside me.
“I’d heard they’d put some of the actors up here, but I hadn’t realized you’d be here too.”
“It’s temporary. I have people cleaning my mom’s estate so I can move in.”
“They never sold it?” He raised his eyebrows, his tone shifting with interest.
I shook my head. “My aunt wanted me to be the one to decide what to do with it. I was only two years away from being an adult when my mother died.”
“Right. My apologies. Lita was highly respected in the field.”
A moment of awkwardness crept over us when I didn’t reply, but Glenn pushed it away quickly.
“We’ll be seeing a lot of each other. I’m one of the youngest producers on the project. I took over for my dad when he passed earlier this year.”
“Michael Thornton?” I asked, my stomach tightening.
Thornton. Dourif. Castle. Hodder. Englund. Bradley.
He was on my list.
“Yes. Did you know him?”
“My mom did.” I brought my drink to my lips but paused. “I’m sorry for your loss.” The words rang hollow, but what does one say when they tell you their parent is dead?
