Rampage (A Night Fire Novel Book 4) by TM Watkins

shit to you.”
    Evan turned and stalked out of the kitchen, I heard nothing until the door slammed shut, the sound of his car starting and then tearing out of the place.
    As the tears finally broke free, I slid down the cabinets and sat on the cold tiled floor. I had everything and it was gone. How could I do this film with his words flying through my mind? I knew the answer easily, I couldn't.
    Pain and sorrow filled me, I wanted to find Evan but he needed to cool down. An odd thought crossed my mind, I didn't even know his phone number. I couldn't call him to say how sorry I was.
    With the pain of regret and the taunts of how stupid I had been over the past few days echoing through my mind, I reached for the bottle of red wine on the counter. Drown my sorrows and hope that he comes back.
    “Harmony?”
    The sound of my sister calling out roused my senses as I heard the door click shut.
    “Evan? Hellooo?”
    On went the kitchen light and Jaxon was standing at the entry door, looking down at me.
    “Seph, in here.”
    He picked up the empty wine bottle and dumped it in the bin as Seph entered the room.
    “Harmie, what are you..” she frowned at the view of the bench, the food still as it was when Evan left.
    “Did you forget what time dinner was?”
    Jaxon found another bottle beside me and picked it up, putting it into the bin with the other one, not before the two exchanged glances.
    “Mom was worried because you didn't turn up on time... what's going on? Where's Evan?”
    “Gone.” I chuckled, another bottle appearing.
    “Okay.” she sighed taking the bottle from me. “Enough of that I think.”
    “Gone where?” Jaxon asked.
    He sat on the floor in front of me. Maybe he was concerned that things were going wrong or maybe he was concerned that his friend was missing.
    “Who would know?” I shrugged. “S'not impressed at the love scene.”
    “Who could blame him?” Seph raised an eyebrow.
    “What love scene?”
    “Harmie's been offered a role with a love scene.”
    “Oh.” he said dryly.
    His speech about facades and reactions, truth and lies was ringing in my ears. I had screwed this up royally and I didn't listen to him.
    “Have you accepted the role?”
    I shook my head, knowing that I didn't call Devlin as he requested and ignored all of his calls.
    “I want the role but not the scene.” I slurred out.
    “Okay, I'll deal with this, you find Evan.”
    “On it.” Jaxon stood and walked from the room with his phone in hand.
    Seph huffed at the kitchen and the food on the bench, now it had gone hard and crusty. Somewhere in the haze I heard Seph muttering about the mess, I passed out.
    I woke in the morning, my head pounding with yet another hangover. You would think after so many of them, I would be used to them. If only.
    My bed was empty and it saddened me, I knew it was a nightmare of a situation, he hadn't taken it well at all. I wondered how other couples in Hollywood coped with love scenes.
    As I yawned I rubbed my tired eyes, when they opened I saw all of Evan's stuff was still here, he had just left without bothering about any of it. I got out of the bed, the note book that was poking out rousing my interest. My head thumped as I padded across the carpet, taking the book from the bag. Pages upon pages of drawings, his tattoos, all of it amazing. Then there was the final page, on it was my name, beautiful script letters, intricate weaved pattern around the words, delicate flowers, vines and leaves.
    All it did was make me cry. He wasn't here because I screwed up, big time. I should have said that I didn't want the scene, I should have told Devlin that. Even after just a few short days together he meant more to me than my career, I would give it all away for him. After all, that was the idea of running away with him.
    I had blown him off with the thoughts of actually accepting the role, he would see it as me wanting to stay in LA to complete the movie and therefore I wouldn't be running