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She smiles with the tiniest hint of joy. “I hope so.”

ChapterEight

LUNA

“Why won’t this thing turn off?” I hold the button on the side of my phone. It won’t stop going off.

Okay, I should have thought about it a bit more before burning all the knockoffs out in front of Michael’s place. I knew it might be newsworthy, but I didn’t think people would be tracking me down. I can’t clear the calls and messages quickly enough. They are coming in one right after the other.

“Let me.” Graham plucks the phone from out of my fingers.

“Thanks,” I mutter, dropping down into the chair, suddenly feeling exhausted by this entire day.

“I take it this one is yours?” Graham pulls a piece of luggage out from my closet.

“Because it’s old and dented?” I don’t mean to sound defensive, but I can’t help it. The things that Michael said to me are still fresh in my mind.

“I think it’s rather charming.” He sets the old, silver hard-sided suitcase on the bench by the window. It’s covered in stickers. Some people collect shot glasses or mugs, but I’d always get a sticker for whatever adventure I was taking with the old suitcase. I got her at a thrift store right before I went off to college. "Now what shall we pack?"

"Pack?"

"You don't think that tabloids are going to be showing up here?"

"Seriously? To my apartment?"

"They're going to want your side of the story. I wouldn't be shocked if TMZ picks it up at this point."

"No." I put my face in my hands. "I shouldn’t have tossed everything on his doorstep."

"He deserved it. Now people will know what a fraud Michael really is." I suppose that had been what I wanted. I knew bringing the prenup into the argument would make him come clean.

"I don't want to talk to them about it. I kind of wish I could just wash my hands of it. I thought I'd be done once I got all of his crap out of my home." I guess I really should have considered all that before I burned it on his doorstep. I’m sure that only fueled their interest.

"We can let it die down for a little before we come back. You can come with me." He taps the luggage.

"Come with you?” I ask, confused. Is he asking me to come stay with him? That would be absolutely ridiculous. We don’t even really know one another. Yet I find that I’m not opposed to the idea of going with him.

"Why not? I have more than enough room."

"Don't you think they might be knocking at your front door too?" I point out. I literally don’t want to bring all of my drama to his doorstep.

"We'll go to my home in the country." He says it as though that solves the issue.

"Right," I laugh. "How many homes do you have?"

"Not sure, but I could get you the exact number with a quick call." Graham smirks. I know it's not a joke, but still I only laugh harder.

“Let’s do it,” I say before I can change my mind. Getting away from all of this will probably do me some good until I can figure things out. Plus, I’m finding that I like having Graham around. “If you’re really sure about this? I don’t want to put you out.”

“At least at my country home I won’t need four security guards following my every move.”

“Okay, just give me a few minutes.” I quickly start grabbing what I might need for a few days.

“There is a pool, but you don’t have to wear a bathing suit if you don’t want to. It's optional.”

“Oh God, Graham. Please don’t tell me you use that line on your dates.” I fight down the pang of jealousy that I have. That can’t be right. I never even got jealous over Michael. Why would I do it with Graham, who I hardly know? We’re barely friends at this point.

“I don’t bring people there. It’s for family.”

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