“Did you love him? The father of your baby,” I have no idea why I feel compelled to ask.
I watch with morbid fascination as Hunter’s eyes fill with tears and she nods. “I still do.”
My heart completely breaks for my cousin. I had no idea she’s been keeping this in for this long. I can’t imagine the pain she had to have gone through. My situation feels like nothing in comparison. So Van wants to take a break, big freakin’ deal, I’ll get over it. At least nobody died.
My cell phone starts ringing, and I let out a huge sigh of relief. Hopefully, this is enough to break our too deep of a moment that we just had.
I stand and walk to where my phone is sitting on the kitchen counter and check the caller ID. I don’t recognize the number, but it looks local, so I answer.
“Chloe, this is Damian Stone,” my eyebrows go up in surprise. Why would Damian be calling me?
“Hey, how are you, Damian?”
He doesn’t let me hang for long, he is quick and to the point which I appreciate it.
“Wyatt has been working on some paperwork for Van, and your name came up. I need you to come to my office so I can go over all this with you.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. I got nothing to do with Van that would require me to look at any legal paperwork.
All of a sudden, a thought crosses my mind and I try not to be upset about it. It must be some non-disclosure agreement or something similar to it. I guess that makes sense since Van is famous, and he must want to make sure I won’t talk about our relationship that no longer is.
“When?” My voice sounds small when I ask that, and I clear my throat to assert some authority to it.
“The sooner the better,” Damian sounds like he is looking through papers as we speak. “You have time today? I have an opening at two.”
I lift my right hand and check the time. It is eleven in the morning now, and not like I got anything else to do today anyway.
“I’ll be there,” I assure him, and we hang up.
I jump in surprise when I hear Hunter behind me. I had almost forgotten she was here.
“Everything okay?”
I turn to face her. “Yeah, that was, uh…” I throw my thumb over my shoulder to point toward my kitchen counter where my cell phone is back to sitting. “That was Damian. He works with Wyatt.”
“I know who he is,” Hunter gives me a reassuring smile. “Why did he call?”
“Van needs me to sign an NDA,” I shrug and stick my thumbs in the back pockets of my denim shorts.
“He does?” Hunter’s eyebrows go up in surprise, similar to how mine went when I answered the call.
“Yeah…”