and in any case, they’d fit him in. He was the celebrity everybody wanted to see right now for all the wrong reasons, but he might as well use his notoriety.
“I’ll get her there for you.”
“Thanks.” Only when I’d replaced the receiver did I realize that she’d put his name down on the books. Well, fuck that. If Madame wanted her tip, I’d pay it. If only I’d taken Cassie’s number from her phone when I saw it on my bedside table, I could’ve called her personally. I was about to eat humble pie, but I could do that real well. I’d rehearsed it in the past. The critics said I’d done one of the best grovel scenes in history when, as Foxman, I begged the heroine’s forgiveness before I died in her arms. To do her justice, Connie hadn’t giggled once when she was doing the reaction shots.
I wondered if she’d turn up. Would she have the nerve?
End of Part One
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About the Author
Emma Lyn Wild is caught between the USA and the UK. She writes stories about people moving between the two countries, falling in love and working toward their happy ever after.