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him back on the bed and he flops down, sprawling on top of the covers fully clothed. Taking off his socks and shoes I notice that his suit coat is missing. I hope his wallet wasn’t in there.
    Leaning in to check his pockets, he grabs my left hand and pulls it to his lips. “You don’t wanna show this to anyone.” He presses a kiss to my third finger right next to my giant diamond ring.
    “Let’s talk tomor row babe.” I pull his feet up onto the bed and turn off the light.
    I curl up next to him but stay on my side of the bed, completely confused by this entire situation. As usual, I have no idea what to do next. I watch Drew’s slack face as he sleeps, his breathing heavy enough to let me know he’s out for the count. Using my fingers I comb through his thick, dark hair studying his handsome face.
    How is it possible for someone so self-confident, so capable, and so masculine to have such massive doubts about my feelings for him?
    Probably because you’ve run away from him twice already and continuously challenge his trust.
    I have to convince him that I’m with him for good. I would think that being engaged would prove my dedication, but it’s clear that he needs more.
    I close my eyes and try to rest when I hear him murmur in his sleep. “Don’t leave Syd, please.”
    Today tops the list of strangest days ever. I have an international rock star that can have any woman he wants turning up in my life everywhere I go, a big shot Hollywood father that wants me to go to his huge movie premiere so I can be assaulted by the relentless media, and the highest paid actor in the world lying drunk on my bed begging me not to leave him.
    What the hell do I do next?
     

Chapter 5
     
    “Thanks for bringing this by,” I say to Leah as I take the bag of croissants and two huge coffees from her. She follows me into the kitchen and watches me as I remove the top from one of the cups and take a huge sip.
    “You look like shit. Want to tell me what happened?” She arches one eyebrow and stares at me impatiently.
    I exhale, feeling mentally battered and bruised. “I’ m assuming you saw the photos?”
    “Yes, I did. Personally, I know nothing happened. I’m asking about you and Drew.”
    I collapse into one of the chairs at my kitchen table and set my cup in front of me, tracing the paper rim with my finger. “He’s still sleeping. I left the party after he found out about Adam. He stayed and had a lot to drink.” I take another sip to avoid her penetrating stare.
    “Drew came here drunk?” Her voice is laced with disbelief. “Drew. Your Drew got drunk in a very public place and came back here?”
    “Yes . What I really want to do right now is put on my gear and go for a long run, but I can’t have him wake up and find me gone.” I hesitate, trying to figure out how to explain his actions without betraying our intimate moments. “He said something last night, something he wouldn’t have said if he didn’t have the alcohol in him.”
    Leah sits next to me and leans closer, sensing my reluctance to continue. “You don’t have to tell me Syd. I’m here to help whether it’s just to listen, to give advice, or to sit here and say nothing.” She gives my hand a quick squeeze and releases it.
    I wipe a stray tear from my eye. “He’s upset that I won’t announce the engagement, that I won’t parade my ring around for the media circus.” I stare at my coffee, then up at Leah. “He thinks I don’t want to marry him, Leah.”
    Her eyes widen a fraction and her pouty mouth turns down at the corners. “He must know that’s not true.”
    “I don’t think he does.”
    “If you do that, it will be…” She struggles for words. “The parasites will descend on you like locusts!” She gets upset and her voice begins to rise, her blonde hair swishing around her face as she speaks. “He can’t possibly want that kind of attention around you after everything that’s happened!”
    “Leah, please,” I beg,