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been inseparable.”
    I
snap upright.  “I told her I fucking loved her and she broke
things off.   So no.  I don’t think she’ll be that
concerned about my whereabouts if she finds out where I am.”
    I
lower my head and rub my temples. 
    “ She’s
already concerned,” Brett tells me.
    “ Oh,
really?  And how do you know that?” I ask.
    “ Because
she called me when she couldn’t get ahold of you for three days. 
 Said she left you voicemails and text messages.  She even
went to your place,” he says.   “She didn’t share any
details but it was obvious she was upset.  And I couldn’t
reach you either.  How was I supposed to know this was about
her?”
    I
glance up at him and purse my lips together. 
    “ Getting
involved in my personal life isn’t one of your responsibilities.”
    “ I’d
like to think that I’m more than just your agent.” 
    Brett’s
right but I’m too pissed.  Now she wants to talk?  Why
the hell does she care all of a sudden?  The rational part of my
brain tells me that she tried to get ahold of me the same night we
fought, so it’s really not all of a sudden.  But the majority
of my brain, the pissed off part, blocks the rational thoughts out.
    “ What
exactly did you tell her?” I ask.
    “ Just
that you had business to take care of and that you were leaving town
for a while.”
    Standing
up, I dig my phone out of my pocket and turn it on.  I sit back
down and see that I have several text messages, three voicemails and
a dozen missed calls from Breanne.  There are also two messages
from my parents, one from Agent Patterson and one from Brett. 
 Frustrated, I hold my face in one hand and throw my phone into
the next seat with the other.
    “ You
wish you hadn’t turned your phone off, don’t you?”
    “ It’s
a little too late to tell anyone now,” I say.  I sound bitter
and I am. 
    “ I
thought you might feel that way,” Brett stands. 
    I
look at Brett.  “I can’t call her this early.  I don’t
even know what to say.”
    “ You
should try to figure it out quickly.”  Brett looks to my right
and I follow his gaze.
    Standing
before me is a red-eyed, blotchy faced Breanne in sweatpants, a
sweatshirt and the turquoise running shoes I sent her, flanked by her
own security detail.   My mouth drops open―I’m
literally speechless. 
    “ I’m
going to grab us some coffee.  I’ll be back,” Brett tells us
and then disappears. 
    I
stand and fist my hands in my back pockets to keep from reaching out
to her.  Judging by her appearance I’d say she’s been crying
a lot and hasn’t slept that much either.  Seeing her like this
guts me, and I have to remind myself that she did this to us.  
    “ What
are you doing here?” I ask.
    Breanne’s
bottom lip begins quivering, and I can tell she’s trying hard not
to cry.  I reach out to her without thinking, wanting to console
her.  Just as my hand makes contact with her arm, she narrows
her eyes and swats me away.   
    “ Whoa!”
 Taken aback by her reaction, I defensively hold up my hands and
step backwards until my legs hit the chair I was just sleeping in. 
    With
tears streaming down her face, she takes a step forward and shoves my
shoulders.    Shit, she’s pissed!   How
the hell can she be pissed at me ?   She’s
the one who broke things off, I remind myself again. 
    “ Why
haven’t you called me back?”
    “ I’ve
been busy,” I tell her.   
    Busy
trying to drink you out of my mind.
    “ I’ve
been trying to contact you for days,” she hisses.  “You were
really just going to leave with things like this between us?”
    “ Just
following your lead,” I snap a little too harshly. 
    She
looks as if I’d just slapped her.  Breanne takes a step back,
her eyes shifting to the window, staring at the plane I’ll be
boarding shortly, as it’s being prepared. 
    O’Conner
approaches me.  “Mr. Scott, might I suggest you two have this
conversation in a more