That decision cost him not only peace of mind, but maybe even love.
His phone rang suddenly and pulled Matt out of his reverie where he was now pacing like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. “Brandon, what’s going on?”
“I’ve cancelled all filming for the next two weeks.”
Matt’smuscles clenched. Two weeks of nothing to do? He’d go crazy wishing he hadn’t betrayed Ashley. “Why?”
Brandon said, “Jennifer needs to recover from surgery and she won’t take the time off. I have the tech team getting the concert sequences all lined up for filming your big concert scenes at the beginning and end of the films. So once we’re filming again, be ready to move fast.”
Now that measurements were done, the filming of the concerts would be the big moments. The smaller, more personal scenes were easier in a rom-com as they didn’t have to shoot on location. He leaned against the wall that was cold at his back. “Absolutely. Can I ask you something personal?”
“What’s going on, Matt?”
How do you tell a woman you love her?The question almost came out ofhis mouth but he stopped it in time.
Wow. He stood. He loved Ashley. And in every movie and script, a man then had to go and admit his stupidity.
A rush of energy coursed through him as he dashed up the stairs for his shirt and wallet. “Do you have pointers on how to apologize to a woman?”
Brandon gave a snort and said, “Women love it when you say “I’m sorry.” It helps diffusewhatever you did wrong.”
“That’s it?” Matt had reached the top step.
“I tend to avoid screwing up my life these days.”
Good plan for the future. Matt grabbed a pair of jeans from his room and dressed as he said, “I knew you were smart. Talk soon.”
Once he hung up the phone, he pulled a gray t-shirt over his head, stuffing his wallet in his pocket. On his way out ofhis bedroom, he called his staff.
This was when it was good to be a Morgan. Without hesitation, he called the pilot. “Fuel the jet.”
Soon he’d be in Miami—flying this way would be faster than the commercial jet Ashley had taken.
He hopped on his motorcycle and headed toward the private Beverly Hills airport where a Morgan jet was kept in a hangar.
In a few hours, he’dhave to put his heart on the line.
He loved Ashley and he’d been stupid.
If she hated him and couldn’t forgive him, well, then he deserved that.
The jet’s passenger door was open. He parked his motorcycle in the hangar and climbed on board.
Staff was already prepping for take-off and closed the door after him. He took a seat in his leather chair and called his sister.She answered on the second ring. He hoped she didn’t ask too many questions. “Elizabeth.”
She sounded distracted when she said, “Matt, I wasn’t expecting your call. It’s late.”
Ashley had been gone from his life for twenty-four hours now. He couldn’t wait another second as he said, “I won’t keep you then. I need Ashley’s address from when she lived in Miami.”
“I’ll text itover,” she said with a yawn.
It was probably after midnight on the East Coast.
But his phone beeped a second later. “Thanks, sis. Night.”
He knew where to start his search—he had a heart and it was time to prove it.
If he didn’t tell Ashley he loved her, then he would never truly make a clean break with his past.
