Pizza My Heart 1 by Glenna Sinclair Read Free Book Online Page B

surprised,” he said wryly. “But I guess I don’t have anything I can do except trust you. Even though I don’t know you.”
    “You know my address,” I pointed out.
    “Yeah, there’s that.” He jammed his hands in his pockets and made a move to walk away. Just as I’d suspected. He hadn’t needed my help getting back to his car. He wasn’t turned around in the slightest. He’d asked me to come out here for the sole purpose of trying to get me to delete the photo. It was that important to him.
    “Devon.”
    “Yeah?” He looked over his shoulder at me.
    I held out my phone, which showed the crappy picture I’d taken of him in the hotel room.
    “I see it,” he said tiredly.
    “Now you don’t.” I deleted it, just as he’d come to try and convince me to do. It was too much power to hold over a person, no matter how much I might dislike said person.
    I don’t know what I expected. Gratitude, maybe. Or reassurance that he’d leave Nana and me alone.
    What I didn’t except was for him to take a couple of quick steps over to me and envelop me in a bear hug.
    “You don’t understand how worried I was about that stupid photo,” he said, squeezing me too tightly.
    “I understand,” I managed to gasp out, patting him awkwardly on the back in what I hoped was Morse code for “let go immediately.”
    He seemed to get the message, releasing me. “That was the only copy, wasn’t it?” he demanded suddenly. “Did you save one? Send it to anyone else?”
    I could appreciate that the existence of the photo made him nervous, but I’d just deleted it in his presence.
    “That was it!” I exclaimed. “Jeez! You need to work on your trust issues!”
    “And now you sound like my therapist,” he said, frowning. “Are you sure you haven’t worked in Hollywood before?”
    “Enough,” I said, pushing him away from me. “Get out of here. You promised you’d leave us alone if I just deleted the damn photo, and I did. You’re unbearable.”
    His wounded look would’ve made me feel bad, but I was able to remember just in time that he was an actor. He could throw any look he wanted my way to try and manipulate me.
    When he rounded the block, walking away, I hoped it was the last time I would ever see him. But it didn’t help that I could still feel his arms around me.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    I thought my troubles were over. Then again, I never thought that my troubles would take on the corporeal form of one of Hollywood’s finest. I actually looked forward to work delivering pizzas because I thought driving around Dallas would take my mind off of things.
    It didn’t. Being alone with my thoughts in the car magnified everything. I analyzed every tiny detail about the encounters I’d had with Devon up until this point. A week ago, I would’ve laughed myself out of the car to think I’d be anguishing over Devon Ray. But here I was, driving around the city, trying to figure out if I could’ve done anything differently.
    It was a relief to get home and out of the car, for once. I looked forward to decompressing in front of the TV with Nana, losing myself in someone else’s story. I just hoped that I could convince her to watch something other than a Devon Ray movie.
    “Look who’s back!” Nana crowed as I walked in the door, before I could holler that I was home.
    “Is it Milo?” I asked, frowning and checking the time on my phone. It couldn’t be Milo. The home healthcare professionals were almost always done with their visit and gone by the time I got back to the house from a regular shift.
    “No, it’s Devon Ray!” she cackled, but by the time she said that, I could already see who her surprise guest was. He looked almost guilty, crouched in front of the television, plugging some wires into the back of it.
    “Seriously?” I said, my jaw just about dropping to the floor. “Are you seriously here right now?”
    “I know,” Nana said