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“Do you want to?”

I shrug. “Sometimes, I regret coming back here. It was a rash decision that might not have made sense. But I also don’t want to backtrack. I’m here now. I should make the most of it.”

“You’re allowed to go back. That whole locking the door and throwing away the key thing doesn’t have to stand.”

“I don’t know. I need to figure some stuff out.”

Abby nods. “I’ll support you either way. Now, I was going to cook, but I’m thinking we need Chinese food and ice cream. What do you say?”

“That sounds fantastic. I’ll go grab the ice cream from the gas station across the street.”

“Mint chocolate chip if they have it,” she starts.

“Anything peanut butter if they don’t,” I finish for her, and we both burst into laughter.

I’m lucky to have Abby as a best friend and Malia, too. I’m lost and unbalanced now, but it would be so much worse without their love and support.

Even so, there are things I need to figure out for myself, like if I want to go back to California or if I can ever be happy staying in Massachusetts.

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Spencer

I pull up in front of the house Malia and Mason now officially share. Mason invited Malia to move in right around when Leila left California and then popped the question a month later. Malia loves showing off the huge, custom-made diamond ring he picked out for her.

I knock on the door, and Malia answers.

“Hey! Come on in. Everything okay?”

“Is Mason around? I was hoping to talk to both of you.”

“Yeah, he’s in the living room.”

“Cool.”

Malia follows me into the living room, where Mason is just as surprised to see me.

“I thought you had an audition today?”

I nod. “It’s not for a couple of hours.”

“You still good with getting fired from that romcom.”

“Definitely. This is the best thing to have happened to me. I’ve lined up so many opportunities this last week.”

“Glad to hear it. So, why are you here?”

“I want your help with Leila,” I admit. “I need to do something to win her back, and none of my plans makes sense.”

Malia claps her hands together. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

“I thought I could figure it out on my own.”

“It’s always nice to have a sounding board. What have you come up with?”

“All I know is that I need to do something in person.”

“Good, good,” Malia says, nodding. “I can help you with that. She’s staying with Abby, so I can make sure Leila will be home whenever you’re ready to go.”

“It’ll be soon. I have a few small roles lined up over the next month. This week is probably my only time off for a while.”

“Good. You’ve been all mopey since she left,” Mason says.

I flip him the bird. “I have not.”

“You have, but it’s understandable. She was the best thing about you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“It’s true. You’re better when you’re in a relationship with her.”

“You get engaged, and suddenly you’re a relationship expert?”

“I told you, I was always a relationship expert.”

Malia laughs. “He’s not, but he’s also right. You and Leila are so good together. I want you to win her back. Plus, if you do, she’ll move back here. I miss her.”

“That’s part of the goal.”

“As soon as you’ve booked your flight, you let me know, and I’ll talk to Abby and make sure Leila is around. I’ll text you the address, too.”

“Thanks, Malia. I knew you guys would be helpful.”

“Anything for Leila.”

“I’m glad you two became friends.”

“It was easy. She’s the best. I’m glad you started dating her.”

“Even though it was fake in the beginning?”

Mason rolls his eyes. “It was never fake. We all know it.”

“Truth,” Malia says, nodding. “You were lying to yourself.”

“Whatever.”

We talk and plan a bit more until it’s time for me to drive across the city to my audition. When I get there, I park in the small lot and head inside the office building they’re using. I’m directed up to the fifth floor where only one other person waits, a man probably ten years older than me wearing a suit and looking bored.

“You must be the next guy. My client was a little late, so they’re behind,” he says. “Andrew Schoenfeld.”

I shake his hand. “Spencer James.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Your agent with you?”

“No, he never comes to these things. Do you always?”

“Not usually, but we had a meeting right before, so I figured I’d tag along.”

“Do you work with TV a lot?”

“It’s all I do. If my clients want film work, they outsource, usually to someone else at my firm. I only handle TV and commercials.”

“Wow. That sounds fantastic.”

“You in the market for a new agent?”

I nod. “I’m sick of the movie scene, and it would be nice to have someone who works more in TV. My agent does what he can, but his passion definitely lies in movies.”

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