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from me was trying to think up something witty to say as Tony cracked him upside the back of his head. It took all of three seconds for that horny little fucker to vacate his seat.
    “Wasn’t expecting to see you here for a few more weeks. Everything going okay?” he asks with concern in his voice.
    I assure him that everything is fine, and that I just decided to take an extended vacation. I know he doesn’t believe the bullshit story I feed him, but he doesn’t push me on it either. If there is one thing he understands, it’s that I value my privacy.

Chapter 3
     
    Tristan
     
    An author signing is the last thing I would have planned, but Ele asked me to come with her and Aggie thinks it would be good for me. I don’t have the heart to disappoint the woman, so I hope going makes her happy. I smile as I think of the first time I met Bentley. It was at a signing all too much like this one. I know she won’t be here, but just maybe someone will let her know I’m trying to live again. I am surprised to see so many authors who I know she had been on friendly terms with, and I can’t help but ask if any of them had been in contact with her.
    It has been two months since the night she tucked me into her bed while I was drunk off my ass. Two months and not another sign of contact. Even Dante hasn’t heard from her again. I ask half a dozen authors with no success. Just as I am about to ask another, Ele grabs by arm.
    “Tristan, you need to stop. None of them know where Bentley is. Hun, she doesn’t want them to know.”
    Staring at Ele digging her nails into my arm, I start to get defensive, “Ele, damn it! Someone has to know where she is. Bentley didn’t just drop off the face of the earth. Someone has to still be in contact with her.”
    “Tristan, please, I’m begging you to stop this. She asked you to move on. Don’t you think you should respect her wishes? She doesn’t want to be found. You need to let her go now.”
    I know Ele is only looking out for my best interest s . We’ve been friends for a few years now, but if she believes how I feel about Bentley, she wouldn’t be trying to hold me back. I turn back around to find the author that Bentley sat next to at the last signing. Taking a step forward, Ele digs her fingers deep into my wrist and seethes at me through gritted teeth.
    “Why can’t you just leave this the fuck alone? Don’t you get it? She doesn’t want you. I’m sorry Tristan. I didn’t want to have to tell you this, but Bentley has moved on. She’s found someone new and it’s time you do also.”
    Her words catch me completely off guard. What the fuck does she mean Bentley moved on. With whom? The woman never dated in twenty-seven years and all of a sudden she’s become a tramp? Bullshit! I don’t believe it.
    “What the hell are you talking about Electra? What do you mean she’s moved on? Are you in touch with her? You know where the fuck she is and you never said anything? You’re supposed to be my fucking friend! How the hell could you keep something like that from me? How long, Ele? How fucking long have you been in contact with her? You’re just now telling me she’s over me?”
    I’ve never raised my voice to Ele before, but then I’ve never been this fucking ticked off. How the fuck could she keep this from me? All this time, I’ve been trying to find the girl I love. The one who slipped through my fucking fingers, and she’s with someone else? No fucking way!
    “I’m sorry Tristan,” she replied while planting a kiss dangerously close to my lips. “I swear I wanted to tell you. I promised Bentley I wouldn’t tell anyone that I was in contact with her. I just can’t stand to see you broken like this.”
    “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about Ele, but you need to shut the fuck up right now. Bentley wouldn’t pull shit like that on me. No way in fucking hell do I believe my girl is stepping out. She walked the fuck away because of Darla.