Page 6 of One Weekend in Los Angeles

“The press is eating it up.”

Something in the media about me aside from the cheating scandal was a nice change of pace. Then I heard the sound of the Ring camera security chirp, indicating someone was at the front door. I stiffened. “Shit. Jeff is here.”

Ollie sighed. “Is it too much for him to leave you alone? He puts you through hell and comes and goes with complete disregard to your feelings?”

I’d looked into changing the locks, but I couldn’t legally keep him from the property since we were co-owners. But he hadn’t stayed here in days, so why now? “Hopefully he’ll grab whatever he forgot and leave me alone.”

I’d taken up residence in the master bedroom and moved all of his things into the guest room. There was no reason for him to come in here even if he insisted on entering a house where he was definitely not welcome.

But it wasn’t to be. He stormed into the master bedroom as if he had every right, holding his phone to flash a picture of me kissing Deacon Miller. “What the fuck is this, Andrea?”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him it was a fucking phone, but I managed a shrug instead.

“You really think I’d believe you and Deacon Miller have something going on? You’re not in his league, and this won’t work to make me jealous. Just a pathetic PR stunt.”

He thundered out the same way he’d come, leaving me shaking.

“A narcissist can’t stand to be upstaged, and he definitely is jealous. As if I couldn’t hate him any more than I already do,” Ollie muttered over the phone. “Arsehole.”

“Who’s the asshole?” came a masculine voice I recognized immediately even over the background noise of the party.

“I’ll let you go, Ollie. Enjoy the party.” I hung up the phone quickly not wanting either man to hear me cry at the callous way my soon-to-be ex-husband had spoken to me.

My phone immediately buzzed back with Ollie’s number. Answering it, emotion clogged my throat. “I’m not in the best mood to talk.”

“What will get you in the mood?” came the sinful voice of Deacon Miller.

“A lot more than you can give me over the phone.”

I wasn’t sure who was more surprised by my words, me or him, for silence hung between us. Then he let out a chuckle. “One more reason why you should be here instead of hanging around assholes.”

I noticed the background noise had gone quiet. “Wouldn’t be the first time I made the wrong choice.”

“Could be the last.”

A smile curved my lips. Flirting with Deacon was officially my new favorite thing. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“If you would’ve stayed, you would’ve found out I don’t.”

Damn if he wasn’t good for my fractured ego. “I wouldn’t have been good company. I’ll let you go so you can have some fun at your wrap party. Thanks for tonight.”

“Any time, Andi. Good night.”

He’d called me Andi. Something I’d never let anyone call me more than once. It didn’t matter considering this was surely the last time I’d ever speak to him.

As for tomorrow, it was time to stop dwelling on the past and take steps to put it behind me. I’d start by meeting with a divorce attorney.

Chapter Four

DEACON

Iwas intrigued by Andrea Foreman. And I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that way. An hour after our call, done with celebrating my last concert of the tour, I sat in the back of my large SUV with Ollie, and he gave me the rundown on her soon-to-be ex-husband and the whole situation. Right down to her ex’s reaction to my kissing Andrea tonight.

A curse left my lips. “I don’t even know him, and I hate him.”

Ollie nodded. “Welcome to the masses. Bona fide narcissist who can’t help but victim blame and takes no accountability for his shitty actions. Then he has the audacity to lash out at her when he feels jealous as if he hasn’t put her through enough.”

“What if—?” I stopped myself at my wild idea.