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“Alexandra. Great to hear your voice.”
“Same here, Bash.”
“How was your flight back?”
“Fine. I slept like a baby when I got in. I just missed having you to cuddle up with.”
“Me too. What’s that sound in the background?”
“Oh I’m on my Bluetooth.”
“You’re driving?”
“Yeah.”
“Stay safe, hun. You should call me when you get in.”
Hun.
She loved the pet names he was starting to use on her.
“I’ve got to drive over to the recording studio, then there’s a final photoshoot tonight which will definitely spill into the wee hours of the morning. I probably won’t be in until you’re fast asleep.”
“That’s okay. Phone me when you can. When you’re safe at home or in the office.”
“Okay. Well, I didn’t want to keep you too long. I’ll try you in the a.m. Miss you, Bash.”
“I miss you too, doll.”
“Bye.” Her eyes flicked to the dash clock after she hung up.
Just as she had predicted back in Tucson, her packed schedule left no room for distractions. Yet, multitasking couldn’t eat up enough memory on her mental hard drive to completely block out errant thoughts of Sebastian Sullivan.
Hun.
Doll.
God, she loved that. She hoped it would last. She shook the flashbacks, the dreams and the real memories—like the sight of him in nothing but a towel standing in the kitchen as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Damn, I still can’t believe he knew who I was the whole time, and still let me pretend to be someone I wasn’t.
That took real patience.
Her posture fell in embarrassment. It would be something to look back and laugh at. Only, it was Bash who would probably laugh harder at what a fool she had been. Suddenly focused on the road, she had to slam hard on her brakes to narrowly miss ramming into the back of the SUV in front of her. She gritted her teeth and ducked sheepishly when the offended driver flipped the bird out the driver side window.
“Sorry,” she groaned.
Bash was so right about focusing on the road too.
She swerved into the correct lane to catch her exit, zipping down the off-ramp and cruising along surface streets to her destination. Even trying not to think about him made her think about him. Remembering how hard it was to reveal to Bash that Alex Roberts was Lexxi Rock, memory lane dropped her off at a replay of the first time they kissed.
God, that kiss.
Now, she and Bash had become so much closer, even if he still had somewhat of a difficult time with the idea of Lexxi Rock. Being Alex Roberts gave her the single best month of any summer ever, bittersweet as it was. Like Cinderella—except in male drag, perhaps—she had played someone she wasn’t and met the man of her dreams. Too bad she had to run out and leave without her Chuck Taylor boots when the clock struck midnight, or rather when Rick the Fairy Godfather summoned her out of the fairytale.
Maybe Prince Bash will start scouring the towns between Tucson and Los Angeles, and finally fit that Chuck Taylor boot on my dainty little foot too.
She laughed at the thought.
