Page 110 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“Sure, I can do that. But let’s make sure you start the day with your best foot forward.”

“I’ll start my day by drinking my green juice. In peace.”

“You don’t mean that,” sighs Holden.

God, he sounds upset.

Like he doesn’t have a fiancée at home waiting for him.

“Look,” he takes another deep breath, slowing down his words. “Love me or hate me, the fact still stands—I have way more experience in this industry than you do. I can help you.”

“I’d rather throw myself off a cliff.”

“Hear me out, at least. I know a way we can turn this around for you.”

My heart clenches when he says that small, two-letter word.

We.

That’s all I ever fucking wanted. Holden and me. Two peas in a pod. We used to be a we.

Ugh. Maybe I should get over myself and hear him out. It couldn’t hurt. Plus, I look so fucking good in this outfit. If Holden has been missing me, he’s going to miss me even more.

“Fine,” I sigh. “You have twenty minutes. Meet me at the coffee shop. You know the one.”

I end the call in a huff and switch on the radio, deciding I need to blast some music. I burst into song and lose myself in the lyrics until I pull into a space on Rodeo Drive and pay the horrendous parking fee.

I open the car door and step one stiletto heel out onto the sidewalk, the other following.

No matter what the world throws at me today, this is temporary.

I’ll be back in the mountains before I know it.

I walk over to the coffee shop, leaving my sunglasses on as I order my juice.

“Sienna?” says the woman behind the counter, startled.

Sunglasses aren’t gonna hide the fact that your ass is all over the internet.

I place the Miu Mius on the top of my head and offer a smile. “Hey.”

“Oh my god!” The woman’s eyes grow wide. “It’s really you. You’re back.”

“It’s me.” God knows what possesses me to do jazz hands, but I’m doing them. “The Golden Goddess juice, please.”

Holden can get his own.

“Coming right up.”

They still don’t charge me, so I stick some cash in the tip box and take a seat far away from everything, keeping a close eye on the door. Holden should be here any minute. He doesn’t live far from Rodeo Drive, which I used to love. Being within walking distance of the shops, I thought at the time, was one of the best things ever.

It’s crazy how meeting three men in the mountains can change almost everything I used to believe.

My phone buzzes. It must be Jules.

But it’s not. Instead, it’s an email. I don’t recognize the email address, but I open up the message and instantly feel a rush of blood to my face.

“Please tell me you’re coming back—K.”