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“Uh… yeah. Sorry.” I push a hand through my hair. “Just text me the address. I’ll make sure the rest of your fee is transferred over in the morning.”
“Sure thing.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, James. Call me if you need anything else.”
He hangs up, and I lean back into the chair. Adelaide recently changed out all the patio furniture, saying we needed to upgrade. Honestly, I liked the pieces I had, but it wasn't worth an argument. I did put my foot down for a lounger to stay. Of course, she got new cushions for it.
Kansas? What the hell is in Kansas?
I have no idea why it feels so surreal. I knew she was still out there somewhere—or at least I assumed she hadn’t managed to kill herself yet. Surely some pap would have picked up on that. But now, knowing her exact location is about to come up on my phone, my body surges with energy to find her. The exact reason I doubted this decision in the first place.
My phone vibrates in my hand and I look at the text with her address.
I fist my free hand and let out a breath. My head is like a tornado, feelings good and bad swirling around without coming to a conclusion to the question of what to do next. My heart led before when it came to Lilah, but this time, I have to let my head lead. Otherwise, she could do what she did before—rip it from my chest and stomp on it until it's a bloody pulp.
Chapter Forty-six
JIMMY
“You look terrible. You sure you’re feeling okay?” Adelaide raises her hand to my forehead.
“Does that mean no pics for your followers today?”
She drops her hands and stares at me.
I blow out a breath. “Just a shitty night's sleep, that’s all.”
“Well, don’t go getting sick on me. Remember we have that photographer coming to shoot us for theHollywood Journal. They might use the headline, 'Hollywood’s Power Couple,' can you imagine?” She beams, putting her hands out in front of her.
I wish I was as excited as she wants me to be, but I don’t have any energy to fake it today. Sometimes I wonder if Adelaide knows who she’s marrying? All I ever wanted was to be at the top of my game so I could make enough money to earn my freedom and pick projects that really mean something to me. I hate the press. I hate the paps. I hate anything that hinders my privacy.
And I’ve made it in this town without compromising my personal life as much as I can.
You don’t see Leo out doing photoshoot after photoshoot for shit like this.
But I don’t say that to Adelaide because this crap makes her happy and I already feel like a bad fiancé for hiring a PI to find an address for an ex. So I smile and nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll have my game face on.”
“Perfect.” She kisses my cheek. “I have to leave now to head into the city. God, I hate traffic. We really need to talk about selling this place and moving full-time into my condo or buying a place of our own.”
“Don’t start,” I say, sleeplessness getting the best of me.
She blinks, and her eyes widen.
“I’m sorry. I’m just exhausted. I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“Okay then. I’ll be back by dinner. I’m shopping with the girls on Rodeo. We need some cute clothes for my bachelorette weekend.”
“Isn’t that in two months or something?” I absentmindedly grab an orange from the basket in the middle of the island.
“Men. You have no idea how much effort it takes to put the perfect outfit together.” She rolls her eyes in a playful manner.
“Okay, well, drive safe.”
“Have a good day. Take a nap or something so you’re not so grumpy tonight.”
I nod while I’m looking down and peeling my orange, then I hear her leave.
Finally, a moment to get my thoughts in order.
