Paige stared at his beautiful face—his chiseled jaw, the deep dimple on his cheek, his brown eyes. He’d only been gone two days and she already missed him. They hadn’t discussed the kiss or their relationship since he’d left and she wondered if they ever would. Either way, she didn’t think the time was right to bring it up. He already had so much on his mind.
“I’m getting ready to go for a run on the beach,” she told him. “Then I plan to do some yoga.”
“Yoga?”
“Yep. I finished a good book this morning. Stayed up all night reading and I’m in love. I wanted to talk to you about it, maybe do another option.”
Andrew nodded. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Paige smiled. She loved that he had no problem moving at her pace. He still hadn’t broached the subject of work, and she knew he was getting bombarded with inquiries about her status.
“I’m coming back around to business,” she admitted. “I’ve been thinking about some things.”
“That’s cool. Did you call Skye?”
She shook her head. “No. You know Skye. She has tunnel vision when it comes to work. She’ll be on the first plane to Michigan to talk me back to Cali.”
“You’re probably right.”
“If she calls you, though, you can give her the house phone number. I don’t want her to be calling you right now for me. Your focus should be on your mother.”
“If you’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” There was a knock on her door and she sat up. Frowning, she said, “That’s strange. I’m not expecting anyone.”
“Did you purchase something else online?”
“No.” She stood and walked toward the door. “Oh no,” she grumbled when she peered out the glass door.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“It’s trouble. I’ll call you later.”
“Wait. You have to at least tell me who it is before you hang up on me.”
“Don’t worry. It’s my mother.”
He laughed. “Uh-oh. Talk to you later.”
She ended the call and opened the front door. “Mom?”
Tina held out her arms. “Paige!” Her mother pulled her into a tight hug. “I had to come lay eyes on you since you haven’t returned my calls since I gave Andrew the address.”
Paige looked outside and noticed her mother’s bodyguard, Hugh, was standing near a town car. “Mom, what are you doing here?”
Her mother brushed past her and walked into the house. Spinning around, she removed her hat and sunglasses. “Nice. Your uncle did a good job with this place.” She pointed at a painting. “Except for that. I hate boat prints.”
“Mother.” Paige folded her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you, I’m here to check on you. You obviously made Andrew leave, and he hasn’t answered my calls, so I came to check on you myself.”
Groaning, Paige closed the door and walked to the kitchen. Her mother was close behind her talking about everything that didn’t matter to Paige—from concerts and recording sessions to the latest drama with her management team.
“I swear, baby, people don’t understand how busy I am.” Tina took a seat at the kitchen table. “Can you pour me a glass?”
Sighing, Paige pulled two wineglasses from the cabinet and poured them each some cabernet. She joined her mother at the table, setting one of the glasses in front of her. “Again, Mom, what are you doing here? You can’t come to town with Hugh, in a limo, without attracting attention to me. You know dad’s family is here in town. And you’re easy to recognize.”
Tina took a sip of wine. “I’m not worried about your father and his trifling family. I’m concerned about you. Besides, it’s not a limo. I rented a town car to blend in.”
