Page 40 of This Time Around
Fourteen
Cooper
“I love him, Gabe, and it’s taken this hiccup in our relationship to realize it.”
“And how does Cooper feel?”
“I don’t know.”Camilla patted her eyes.
I tried not to puke.
She hiccupped.Goddamn, this bitch was unreal.
“He still won’t speak to me.”
“Fucking Christ,” I muttered and pulled up my contact list.The last thing I expected to hear when I was in Rebecca’s kitchen was Camilla’s voice, but like a moth to a flame, I followed it.
I should have stayed where I was in the kitchen like Rebecca told me, but no…I had to chase after her when pain slashed her face when I called her Becca.
Won’t make that mistake again.
Being around her was a minefield, and I had no idea where the bombs were buried.Until I saw Camilla blathering on the screen, pulling more of her manipulative shit, I didn’t realize why chasing after Rebecca was so damn important.
Camilla’s phony tears on the screen told me why.Rebecca would never pull a stunt like that.She wouldn’t even dream of it.
“Cooper Hawke,” Paul said, answering immediately.“Wondering when I’d hear from you.”
My lawyer’s voice held amusement.That shit would end soon.
“Camilla’s on television,” I barked.“What does she want?”
Movement next to me caught my attention.
Rebecca.Her face was pale, her dark eyes were wide and looking lost, and in her hands were clothes.“If you change, I can dry the clothes you have on.”
Paul was talking in my ear, but I wasn’t listening.“Hold on, Paul.”
I was being an ass.He was used to it.When you were an attorney for celebrity clients you were used to working with assholes and divas.
I pulled the phone away from my ear.“You okay?”
She set the clothes down on the couch.“I’ll give you privacy.”
“Rebecca,” I called to her back.Always at her back.Why did it always feel like she was walking away from me, and why did I hate seeing it so much?“You okay?”
“Yeah.”She shrugged and looked at the television where Camilla wasstill fucking talking.“Are you?”
“Peachy.”I went back to my phone.I’d deal with Rebecca’s pale as a statue look later.“Sorry about that Paul.What does she want?”
He chuckled.Obviously, I hadn’t heard what he first said.“According to what I’ve been hearing, she wants you, and she’s pissed she can’t find you.Or get ahold of you.”
“She can’t get ahold of me because I blocked her number weeks ago and as far as where I am, none of her damn business.But what does she really want?”
“Maybe you should come to my office and we can talk about this.”
Nothing good came from sitting in an attorney’s office with a spouse fighting a divorce.Hell if I was going there now.The media would be insane as soon as I stepped off the plane.
“Not gonna happen.Do you know what she’s looking for with this crap?”
