esence at dinner," Mrs. Ste

request. It

She didn't have anything else, and she wa

long mahogany table stretched

earing a fresh shirt, his dark g

o settings. No Vic

is right. The scrape

inutes. The only sound was the

ement tomorrow," Carson said. H

said, stabbing a pot

t sign, I will cut off every credit card. I wil

see it. "I'm used to being broke. I was a stud

't remember the shoppin

N

veni

nsley asked. "Really? Besides wh

You sold my location to the paparazzi the day I came hom

would I risk the golden goose for a tabloid payout? How much does a photo

chewing. He loo

for his w

it about two inches fu

ng to knock it over. Red wine on a w

king, Ainsle

cept his, her fingers gently brushing the back of

ers brus

electric. A jolt

had burned him. He pulled hi

d quietly. "Your glass

he air in the r

epeated. His voice

her hand. "Yes.

ly this time, his fingers

y again. He looked like he was t

were clumsy," he m

ng," Ainsley said. "A

d the glass, took a sip,

he anger was gone from his voice. Re

her room that night

suitcase from under the bed. It was old.

t looked like hers-jeans, hoodies. And

as l