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Chapter 2

“Than why did you let him go?”

“Look, it’s not a conversation I want right now, forgive me.”

“I know and I hate to say anything. It’s just that you and he fit so well together.”

“I know. But, please, really, enough about that. Are you and Baylee going on the tour?”

“Yeah, probably, why? Oh, are you working? Oh my gosh, yes!”

“Woah, chill out there, LeighAnne!”

“I’m excited now. I know Kristin wasn’t cause she’s working, and Leigh was still up in the air.”

“Well, will Mason go?”

“If Thomas and Tamara are.”

“If I’m working, and Nick’s working, I don’t have the cash to afford a baby sitter, ya know.” LeighAnne laughed, but in all fairness it was true. You’re reading this thinking, right, hello, I married a flippin’ Backstreet Boy and wasn’t getting money? That’s right. Ya see, the only money I was getting is what the divorce court deemed legal, since there was a pre-nup. How nice indeed.

“If you bring them, I wouldn’t mind watching them.”

“LeighAnne, you do know that there will be four kids, plus a baby, if James goes.”

“And that’s probably a given. So, back to security?”

“Light security, but yeah.”

“Did you and Nick get into it?”

“Shockingly, no. He made a comment and I told him he didn’t have the right, he just sorta let it go after that.”

“Oh.” I paused, not liking that tone that LeighAnne just took.

“What?”

“Nothing. So, we’ll see ya in a few days right?”

“I’m guessing so. Haven’t heard…” I trailed off as the home phone started ringing. “Hey, that’s them; I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, bye.” I quickly hung up and reached for the phone, catching the caller ID just to make sure it was my company.



I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, frowning as I read the name that popped up.

“What’s up there girlie?”

“Are you busy?” I glanced around at the bags I was packing. I had three days to get packed, take care of everything, and fly out to LA.

“I’m only packing. But, I’m almost done, why?”

“I figured you need to shock the hell out of Nick.”

“Why would I want do to that?”

“Because you want him back.”

“LeighAnne, he has every intention of marrying Terri. I can’t compete with someone who’s prettier, or smarter, sweeter, or whatever the hell she is!”

“She’s a fake, Resa. She’s no good for him.” I sighed, letting my head drop back.

“It’s not my concern.”

“Do you love him?”

“LeighAnne, it’s not my concern!”

“Do you love him?!”

“I’m not…”

“Damn it, do you love him?”

“Yes! What is your point?”

“Than damn it Theresa, fight for what is yours!”