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I hope everything is good with your friend. Don’t forget to send me that list.
Those butterflies are back, but guilt pummels my senses at the same time. I quickly scroll out a message.
Me:
She’s great.
I think for a moment, remembering the image of Diahann Carroll on that cover. It’s as if she’s staring at me, reminding me to reply.
It doesn’t take me long to type out the list of ten different publications that made up my collection.
Me:
This one was my favorite.
I tell him, referring to theEbonypublication I’d cherished the most out of my entire collection.
A minute later he replies with a ‘checkmark’ emoji.
Andreas:
I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.
“See? I knew it was him!” Mya says, tapping my knee. “Pay attention, Vee, this could save your life one day.”
I laugh and put my phone back down to continue watching.
CHAPTER 15
Andreas
“Earth to Andreas,” Crystal Wynters calls out from behind me.
I’m standing in front of my floor-to-ceiling windows with a perfect view of the Hollywood Hills, but I don’t take in the view.
My attention is on my phone as I read over the list Ivy sent over.
Before she cut our conversation short, I was two seconds away from asking if she wanted to get dinner.
“Leave him alone, Crys. He’s probably talking to the woman he had me hiking up a damn mountain to talk to yesterday,” Scott tells Crystal.
I scowl at Scott.
“Oh, do tell,” Crystal, another actress in our age group, encourages.
Tonight is my night hosting our monthly bookclub, which is probably why it’s a good thing Ivy had to go so abruptly.
I was too fucking tempted to cancel on all of them to take her out to dinner. Even after flying back in from Vegas this afternoon after some business meetings and a short brand photoshoot.
I move away from the window and stuff my phone in the pocket of my jeans.
Crystal eyes me up and down with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Mystery woman, huh? Who is it?”
I get face-to-face with her. “Don’t you wish you knew?”
She sucks her teeth when I move around her to take a seat on my extra long couch in front of the glass coffee table that’s now covered with bowls of chips, popcorn, licorice, and cans of sparkling water.
“And who chose the snacks for this month’s meeting?” I call out, frowning at the selection.
