Page 95 of Wingwoman
I couldn’t expect him not to pay attention to his fans, but I also didn’t have to love it either. I didn’t have to sit here in the corner and watch it.
So I left his shirt on the bar next to my untouched wine glass and walked out the front door.
Outside, the cool, evening air hit me and I looked up into the bright blazing stars dotting the inky sky like diamonds scattered on velvet.
My phone buzzed. A text from my half-brother Finn blinked across my screen. He’d sent me a photo of all four of my new half-siblings dressed in fancy suits and a beautiful lavender dress that Addy wore.
Finn:
Our outfits are locked and loaded for Dad’s wedding! Get ready… the Evans Family is going to take Texas by storm!
Tears filled my eyes as I laughed, looking down at the photo.
The sad absence of family twisting in my gut.
I knew where I had to go.Now.
With a deep breath, I looked back at the bar door. Dammit. I couldn’t just leave him again. Josh would kill me.
Rushing back inside, I waved from the back of the crowd, trying to get his attention. “Josh!” I shouted, cupping my hands around my mouth.
But my voice and his name was drowned out by the countless other fans calling out to him. It was worse than when this had first happened at Nina’s bar. The crowd was about three times bigger this time and the line to get a selfie with him was at least fifty people deep.
Memories stabbed into my chest. I not only remembered this feeling, but Ihatedit too. This was precisely why I didn’t date celebrities.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled slowly, calming down my racing heart.
I could do this.
It wasn’t real. He and I weren’t really a couple. He had a job to do… and so did I.
“You alright there?”
Rhonda. Again.
I swiveled around, a momentary flash of relief spreading down my spine. “Rhonda! Could you give Josh a message for me when he’s done here?”
Her expression twisted. “Can’t you give it to him yourself when he’s done?”
I shook my head and with a wave of my hand, I gestured at the huge crowd surrounding him. “This could take forever and I need to go. But I don’t want him to think I’m running away or mad or anything.”
I reached over the bar, grabbing a cocktail napkin and scribbling an address down on it. “Here, give him this address. This is where I’ll be!”
This couldn’t wait. I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t take care of this… now.
Twenty-Six
HOPE
I stoodon Vivan’s front stoop, pacing.
No, scratch that. Mydad’sfront stoop.
He not only lived here now, but he called this place home.
This was happening.
I could accept that. I had to accept that.
