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“I love you guys.”
I look down to find Seraphina snuggled up against my chest with a serene look on her face.
Yeah, she’s definitely gonna need an NDA.
Chapter 18
Isabella
“What do you mean I’m not on the schedule?” I gawk at Amina.
My resident smiles. “You’re not on the schedule.”
I look at the paper scheduler in her hand. Sure enough, I’m not there. “No, I did not come all this way to not be on the schedule,” I grumble, whipping out my phone. I hurriedly navigate to my email where a schedule had been sent last week. I find the attachment and – “Ha!” I hold the phone out. “See? I am on the schedule.”
“But you’re not,” Amina says with a shrug.
Something is off. She’s got a lilt to her voice that’s playful and strange. “What’s going on?”
She shrugs again, biting on her lower lip. She doesn’t even have to say, “I know something you don’t know.”
I open my mouth to respond again, but hear my name said by an unfamiliar male voice.
“Isabella Delgado?”
I turn to find myself face to face with an older gentleman dressed impeccably in a suit and wearing aviators. An LA type through and through. I cross my arms over my chest, my scrubs wrinkling. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’ve been waiting for you.”
My heart plummets. This is every woman’s worst nightmare. Having a stalker she didn’t even know about. I back away a step. “Who are you?”
The man’s eyebrows jump. “Oh shit, I’m scaring you. They told me not to scare you, but I… dammit. Let’s start over.” He holds out his hand. “I’m Mickey Fine.”
“Should I know that name?”
He chuckles and retracts his hand. “Um, no, but I’m sure you know the band Black Flame.”
My jaw drops.
“I’m their manager.”
I gulp. He’s probably here to get me to sign some stuff so I don’t go to the media with anything. “Look, Mr. Fine –”
“Call me, Mickey.”
I ignore him. “Whatever you’re here for, I can assure you that I want nothing to do with… your band and any of their members. I don’t want money, I don’t need anything from you. I just want my life to be normal, okay?”
Mickey observes me for a moment. No doubt trying to figure out his plan of attack. “I have a private jet waiting for you to fly out to New York.”
I shake my head like an etch-as-sketch. “What?”
“The band has invited you and your son as their guests for their performance at Madison Square Garden.”
I am vacillating between excitement and anger. Who does Rex Redford think he is? I’ve been trying to get back to normal for almost a month now, trying to push him out of my every waking thought, yet he remains. Now he pulls a stunt like this? “If Rex put you up to this –”
“On the contrary, Rex doesn’t know anything about this,” Mickey says.
Now I’m just further confused.
