Page 113 of When Stars Collide

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I didn’t buy it for a second.

Figured you wouldn’t but it was worth a try. And Sarah’s hot.

Duly noted. And thank u.

You’re welcome.

I’m on my way home. Meet me there?

No.

As she left the theater, she waited for more from him, but it didn’t come. When she got back to her apartment, she tried again.

Are u asleep?

I was.

Can we talk?

No. And I’m turning off my phone.

***

She had another horrible night’s sleep. When she got up the next morning, she didn’t bother reading the reviews. She knew exactly how good she and Sarah had been. No one else’s opinion mattered. She had to see Thad.

I need to talk to you.

I’m not up for it.

I won’t beg.

No need to. I’m blocking you.

He was blocking her?

No!

***

She got dressed—all in black to show him she meant business—and set off for his condo, only to come up against one more person intent on ignoring her.

The concierge reminded her of a snotty Ralph Fiennes. “He isn’t in, Ms. Shore.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

The concierge regarded her from behind the curve of his reception desk. “He didn’t.”

“Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“I don’t.”

“When did he leave?”

He glanced at his watch as if he were late for an appointment. “We’re not permitted to give out information about our residents.”

“I understand. But Mr. Owens and I are dear friends. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m sorry. That’s our policy.”

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