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Chapter Four
    “Luke.” Angeline scrambled to cover herself, the heat of embarrassment flooding her cheeks. “What are you doing here?”
    Luke used the grin he employed to get his fans to toss their panties on stage. “Well, I didn’t come to watch you fuck your new boyfriend.”
    “He’s not—” Angeline shot Andre a panicked look. “He’s my…” The words wouldn’t come out. Finally she just shut her gaping mouth.
    “I’m gonna go.” Andre swung his legs from behind Angeline and picked up his shirt.
    “Wait—”
    “No, really.” He pulled it over his head before she could get another word out. “You two should probably work this out, and I don’t need to be here for that.”
    “Smart man.” Luke folded his arms. “In fact, just go ahead and do your walk of shame all the way off the property. There’s a nice group of hounds waiting outside. They got their share of pictures of me coming in, so your quick exit should make for interesting headlines in next week’s grocery store checkout lanes.”
    Oh God. Angeline covered her face. A sex scandal within forty-eight hours of release. She could already imagine the late-night talk shows’ monologues. Percy would have a coronary. Damn it, why did she have to live her life under the microscope? If she were just an ordinary girl working a nine-to-five in suburbia, no one would give a shit about her love life. Her career certainly wouldn’t suffer because of it.
    Quit whining, Angeline. You signed up for this, remember? It’s your freaking dream come true, even. She forced herself to breathe steadily, though her heart pounded loudly in her ears. Why the hell did she always screw up? Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to cry. Not now. She needed to figure out what to do. How to fix this.
    Deep breaths. She’d call Percy. He’ll know what to do.
    “So I guess you didn’t want to introduce me to your new man?”
    Angeline looked up. As she focused on herself— as usual , she sneered—Andre had left, and only Luke stood in the middle of the room with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. If she thought he’d come to win her back, that smile proved that theory wrong. There wasn’t the faintest sliver of jealousy behind those eyes. Just humor that he’d caught her with her pants down.
    “What do you want?”
    “Not ‘hey, how are you’? I don’t get an ‘I’ve missed you, Luke’?”
    “Oh, like all those phone calls, e-mails and visits from you in the last six months? While I was shaking from withdrawal and dealing with sobriety? While everything I knew and loved was torn away from me and I had to play fucking board games to express my feelings ? Like all those times you asked how I was? You’re the one who abandoned me.” With the dirtiest look she could muster, she tugged the lapels of her robe tightly together at her chin and stomped over to her closet, where his chuckle followed her.
    “It’s a little late for modesty. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”
    “Hope you have a good memory.” She kept her voice lofty.
    “Whatever.”
    She found her favorite pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt. She winced at the new tenderness between her thighs for only a second before it turned into a smile. Twelve hours in that man’s arms, and not one moment did she think about getting drunk or stoned. So that crazy therapist was right. Find something healthy to keep you busy , she’d said.
    And Andre looked plenty healthy. She sighed and stomped back into her bedroom, where Luke stood exactly how she’d left him. “What are you doing here?”
    One shoulder went up, but he never lost that cocky grin. “Appearances.”
    She rolled her eyes. “That’s all? A photo op?”
    “Well, I’m trying this new thing. It’s called Making Luke Edwards Look Good . You wouldn’t believe the sympathy I got when you were sent to detox. I had starlets throwing themselves at me—I even hosted Saturday Night Live