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you feel you know him well?” I asked.
    “Yes, very well.”
    “Cayden worries about my safety. Do you know
what it is he worries so much about? I mean the photographers are quite
horrible, but his worry seems to go deeper than the pesky paparazzi.”
    “He is afraid someone will threaten you or hurt
you.”
    “When you say someone, who do you mean?”
    “No one in particular but Cayden does have a
fear for your safety if the press would link you and him. Some of the more
fanatical fans might threaten you.”
    “And in the time you have known him, has anyone
ever tried to harm him or threaten him?”
    “All movie stars have some strange people
lurking around, but no one has actively tried to harm him,” Jayden replied.
    “And there have been no threats to harm him?”
      “Nothing
of much consequence.” Jayden took off his sunglasses and stared at me. “Why are
you asking? Have you heard something I need to know?”
    “No. It’s just something I am worried about,” I
confessed.
    “Winter, try not to worry. Cayden is well
guarded, and he is much more careful about things than you are.” Jayden paused.
“I am sorry. That was not very nice of me.”
    “No, Jayden, you are right. What I did was
stupid. I am sorry. I can promise you it will never happen again. And never
worry about being honest with me. I appreciate honesty no matter what.”
    Jayden actually smiled. I needed to make a note
of this occasion, so I glanced at the date and time on my watch. It was March
twenty-first at 10:23 in the morning.
    After a long hot shower along with a fresh
change of comfortable clothes, I sat at my laptop and completed the script. As
I had suspected, it was only a few hours of work to complete it. I sat quietly
staring at the bright light of the computer screen for, I don’t know how long,
speculating on what I was going to do.
    Even with the knowledge the script was done,
there was no celebration on my part. In fact, I felt empty instead of happy.
The script gave me an excuse for being here, for staying, but now what did I
have? It wasn’t as if I could tell the world I’m here, because my love is here.
I could not truly explain being here other than to be
Chandler
’s woman. Realistically, at some
point this whole house of cards I’d built would come crashing down around me, I
knew it.
    I supposed I could continue with my latest
project, but I stared at the shiny thin computer. I frowned. It wasn’t actually
my own laptop; all of my work was home in
Colorado
. I’d borrowed the laptop from
Zander. I thought about home. I knew the press had disclosed where I lived. I
pondered the idea of moving, leaving
Colorado
.
I seriously contemplated, wondering if I should make arrangements to move. How
strange it was even to think about moving, but I had to consider it.
    I decided to call Zander. I let him know I was
done with the script. He was thrilled to hear it and told me he would be over
to see the final draft. I apologized to him at length for my behavior yesterday
and, as usual, gained his apology for everything being so crazy. Strangely,
Zander felt the need to apologize to me. I assured him it was not necessary and
laid the entire debacle at my feet where it needed to be.
    I told Zander about my hesitation to leave on
Thursday, not sure going to
California
with
Chandler
and Cayden would
be a good idea. Zander assured me he would be going as well and not to worry.
We could play the whole thing off as a business meeting while Cayden was
completing his prior obligations. The interviews were part of the press junket
for Cayden’s movie, Memories of a Dream ,
and it would seem the GQ photo shoot
would be with his other co-star and on-screen brother, Jackson Simms.
Promotional photographs for their current movie that I finished writing.
    I confessed to Zander I knew about the problems
in the past with threats made to Cheryl Lynn then proceeded to tell him how I
was more than concerned for Cayden’s safety if it were