Not Happily Married in Hollywood: Not in Hollywood Book 2 by Leonie Gant Read Free Book Online

through my phone was not a particularly pleasant way for me to begin the day.”
    “Sorry” said Sean, “it’s just, when you got shot Griffin
talked to me about it and he said if ever I was concerned about you that I
should call him. He asked me to keep an eye on you for him.”
    “Sean” I said gently. I could see that my not being there
had put fear in the boy’s eyes. I could have kicked myself. Sean had been
tossed out of home by his mother and her boyfriend. I had found him when he had
been scared and alone, hiding behind a facade of bravado. Between myself and
the other residents of the apartment complex we had given him a home, but I
could still see that he was afraid of losing it. “I’m sorry I scared you” I
said. “Yesterday was a bit of a chaotic day and I ended up somewhere I hadn’t
expected to be and fell asleep before I could head home. I was pretty
exhausted.”
    “New boyfriend?” Sean asked curiously.
    “No” I said. “If you must know Griffin abandoned me at his
father’s last night when he left me there during dinner.”
    “Then why was he so worried when I called when he knew where
you were.”
    “His dad was supposed to take me straight home but it didn’t
work out that way. Next time you are worried about me, just call my cell. I
don’t care what time of the day or night it is, if you’re worried call me.”
    “Okay” said Sean.
    “Now get going so I can clean up. The call from Griffin
freaked me out so much I came straight back here. I haven’t had a chance to
shower or anything.”
    “Yeah I was wondering about that, you do smell a bit ripe”
said Sean, a cheeky grin playing on his face.
    “Nice. I can see you’re going to be a hit with the ladies
when you get older, considering all the charm I’m seeing now” I drawled shooing
him out of my apartment.
    “Could be worse” Sean said. “Could be like Griffin.”
    I shivered theatrically, “Now that would just be cruel.”
    Hearing Sean laughing felt good. The kid had been given a
rough ride in life and I enjoyed when I saw his face light up with a cheeky
smile.

Chapter Eight
    After getting ready for the day I contacted the hospital to
find that Adele was finally able to have visitors. Arriving at the hospital I
felt a strange shiver pass through me. Two months ago I had been in this same
building after being shot by a murderer intent on hiding their crime, an
experience that I never wanted to repeat. I had come out of the experience
physically sound but I still had some nights when I woke from a nightmare
covered in sweat. Knocking on the door to Adele’s room I heard her quiet voice
call out for me to come in. Opening the door I saw Adele lying in the bed
looking very frail. The private room had been made to look as little like a
hospital room as it was possible to get. Near the window which looked out onto
the carpark stood Adele’s lawyer, Elliot Powell. His face was creased in
concern and I could see that I had interrupted a discussion that he had been
having with Adele.
    Elliot’s wife Miranda Powell sat next to Adele on the corner
of the bed, looking through her medical chart. I was momentarily taken aback by
the invasion of privacy until I remembered that Miranda was a plastic surgeon
at one of the private hospitals. Miranda looked like the poster child of
plastic surgery. She was one of those people who even though she was in her
late forties she was looking fabulous and believe me when I say that fabulous
is the right word for her. Flawless skin, beautiful hair and a figure that
could stop traffic she looked like a woman who should be acting in movies next
to the stars she operated on. I have to admit that between Miranda’s stunning
beauty and Adele’s delicate looks I was feeling a little self-conscious,
considering I hadn’t even taken the time to do more than brush my hair, pull it
back into my standard ponytail and throw on a minimal amount of makeup.
Actually I should be honest with myself, it