Page 115 of Journey to the Scottish Highlands

‘Just that one?’ I repeated with a stab of hurt. ‘Just that one? The one that every actor fears? The one that mauled Sinister and my colleagues’ performances? The one that’s making me struggle to get another acting gig at the moment? Just that one?’

Evan looked wounded. ‘Please, Daisy. I wanted to tell you. But it just got out of hand.’

‘You mean I found you out.’

I gripped onto the edge of the door, willing myself not to get lost in his gaze. I dropped my voice. It was shaking with emotion. ‘We made love this afternoon. You let me fall for you like an idiot, and all the time…’

Evan moved to speak, but I cut across him. ‘I’m staying here with Grandpa until Saturday after the first tour performance is over, and then I’m gone.’ I folded my arms. ‘I’d really rather leave now and never set eyes on you again, but your parents have been amazing, and I’m supporting Cayla.’

‘Daisy, this situation doesn’t look good, I’ll grant you, but me being Fox has nothing to do with us.’

‘Of course it does,’ I erupted. ‘You didn’t tell me. You let me rant on about him and the review, when all the time you were the one who’d written it!’

‘Everything ok here?’ Dane had appeared at the top of the staircase and was eyeing us both.

My eyes were glazed with temper and pain. ‘Everything’s fine,’ I insisted.

‘Didn’t sound like it just now.’

‘Evan was just going.’

Evan’s jaw gritted.

‘Goodnight,’ I announced, closing my bedroom door with a decisive bang, leaving Dane and Evan on the landing.