Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
She ducks her head and whispers, “I miss Mommy.”
“Me, too, my sweet girl.” I lean forward and tilt my head. “How about we go home, and we put on one of her videos and drown our sorrows in a pizza and a big bucket of ice cream?”
Struggling to hold her tears back, Lainey nods, and we quickly stand up. As we walk to the door, I tell one of the servers to cancel our order. When we exit the restaurant, Tyler gives me a questioning look.
“Change of plans. We’re going home,” I inform our guard.
We walk to the SUV, and as soon as we climb into the back seat, Lainey creeps in under my arm and presses against my side.
Sometimes, she’s a real little adult, but then there are times like now when she’s just a ten-year-old girl with a broken heart.
I hold her and drop kisses on the top of her head during the drive home, and when Izak stops the SUV in front of the mansion, we get out and head inside.
“Hi, Frances,” I greet our housekeeper. “Sorry to do this to you on such short notice, but can you make us one of your delicious pizzas, please?”
“Sure. It will be ready in thirty minutes,” she answers while giving Lainey a sympathetic look. “I’ll put on extra pineapple for you.”
Tyler and Izak bring in all the bags, and I say, “Can you take them up to my bedroom, please? The first room on the right.”
“Sure,” Tyler replies.
I place my hand on Lainey’s shoulder and ask, “Do you want to change into something more comfortable while we wait for Frances to make our pizza?”
She nods, and as she walks to the stairs, I follow after her. While Lainey heads into her bedroom, I go into Rachel’s. I glance through the flash drives and pick the one that’s marked Lainey 1.
I grab the box of tissues from the bedside table and walk back to the living room.
“Brace yourself, Frances,” I warn her. “We’re going to watch a video of Rachel, so there will be lots of crying.”
“I’ll just cry with you,” she chuckles sadly.
I get everything ready, and when Lainey comes into the living room wearing comfy shorts and a T-shirt, I hand her the box of tissues.
Taking a seat beside her, I pull her against me before I press play.
I actually feel pretty as I walk in the direction Izak told me to go. I washed my hair and spent an hour curling the ends, and I took my time putting on makeup.
Carrying Easton’s smoothie, I glance up at the big buildings and curiously look at a group of people working in a big warehouse. I can’t tell for sure, but they seem to be building a forest in there.
Izak said to take a left.
I turn up a street and hear someone call over a loudspeaker, “Action!”
Just hearing the word has a smile spreading over my face, then a man running on a roof grabs my attention, and I stop dead in my tracks.
Gunfire erupts as Easton runs while shooting at someone. He’s wearing black combat clothes that look seriously hot on him.
Suddenly, he leaps into the air and lands in an expert roll on the next rooftop before he sets off running again.
Holy crap!
My attention is solely focused on him as I watch the scene play out, but when he leaps over the next rooftop, he barely makes it.
My hand flies up to cover my mouth as I cry, “No!”
Easton grabs hold of the edge of the roof, and luckily, the other actor he was chasing turns around and walks back to the edge. Instead of helping Easton up, he points a gun at him, and a shot rings out.
When Easton falls, I gasp and dart forward to get to him, but then he hits a safety net, and I instantly feel stupid as I slow down to a stop.
“Cut!” the director calls out. “Good work, Easton. I think we got the shot.”
Easton climbs off the net, and I smile as I watch him walk to where the director is sitting behind the camera.
I’ll wait a little. I don’t want to interrupt them.
“Hey!” A man shouts behind me. “How did you get on set?”
I glance over my shoulder at the man who’s holding a clipboard. He has an earpiece in, which he talks into, “Get security to the set. There’s another crazy stalker.”
I shake my head and let out a chuckle. “It’s okay. I’m not a stalker.”
With an angry expression, he grabs hold of my arm and starts to drag me away. “You’re all the same. This is trespassing, lady. How the hell did you get past security?”
“Wait,” I say as I pull back against his hold. “I’m Easton’s girlfriend.”
The man lets out a bark of incredulous laughter. “Yeah, and I’m the president.”