“I booked an Uber. I’m resourceful like that.”
“Let me drive you.Please.” A spark of pain flickers in his expression as though not helping me physically hurts him, but my Uber’s almost here.
“Next week. As soon as we’re official, I give you permission to be the world's best boyfriend. Deal?”
His expression turns mischievous. “What have I gotten myself into?”
“You’re going to love it. Just you wait.” I smile and he winks before heading back inside.
Are we crazy? Maybe. But if this has to happen, I’ve definitely found the best person for the job. And if it helps Reed move on, one way or another, even better.
Bill is back at the concierge desk when I walk through my lobby thirty minutes later, and he waves me over when I walk past. “Miss Jackman, I have another letter for you.”
“Another letter?”
“Yes, more fan mail. A little girl dropped it off.”
“A little girl? The same as last time?”
“No, ma’am. That was a little boy.”
“Oh, of course. I remember.” I smile but confusion takes over me. “Thank you.”
Bill hands me the note and my gaze drifts to the entryway, expecting to see someone waiting for me.
“It was a few hours ago,” Bill cuts in, seemingly answering my thoughts.
“Right. Yes. Thank you. Hope you have a lovely afternoon.”
“Thank you.” He nods and I smile again, clasping the letter in my hand as I head toward the elevator. My curious expression greets me as I stare at my reflection in the mirrored doors, the letter heavy in my hand.One letter is cute, but two?
I don’t wait until I’m in my apartment this time, opening the envelope as soon as I’m alone.
Dear Hayley,
I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and let you know that while you may be lonely this holiday season, with your family back in Australia, you’re not alone. You have a huge fan base and we’re all counting down the days until the world sees what we see.
Don’t worry about what the gossip says. Your real supporters know who you are. Don’t ever change.
Take care
Your biggest fan
My real supporters know who I am. Don’t ever change?That’s close to what Reed said.
Maybe it’s time I believed it.
And for those that can’t see that, I’m going to change their views. I’m going to rewrite the narrative and get that role.
Cynthia Rose is mine.
And apparently, so is Reed now.
Oh, God.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Reed
