Page 28 of Breaking Hollywood

The man stands and comes around the desk. “Evening, Mr. Evans. What on earth happened to your leg?”

“Oh, she broke my foot.” He jerks his head at me.

For the love of God, I wish he’d stop telling people that! Even if it is true.

The security man’s eyes briefly come to me, and then a smile appears on his face. “Did you deserve it though?” he asks Gabe.

Gabe laughs. “Yeah, probably.”

“Thought so.” Harry chuckles. “You need me to do anything for you?”

“No, I’m good. Speedy’s going to be taking care of me for a few days. So, you’ll see her coming and going.”

“Shall I add her to the approved list?”

“Sure.”

“My name’s Ava, not Speedy,” I tell Harry.

“Ava. Got it. Good to meet you, Miss Ava.”

“You, too.” I smile. “And Ava’s just fine.”

The elevator pings its arrival, and the doors open.

“Catch you later, Harry,” Gabe says.

“Bye, Harry.”

Once we’re inside the elevator, Gabe puts a key in the control panel, turns it, and then presses the button for the penthouse.

Figures.

We ride up in silence, and I have a sudden bout of nerves.

I’m going to Gabriel Evans’s apartment.

Gabriel Evans!

I keep forgetting just who I’m with when I’m arguing with him. He just seems like this normal, regular guy.

He is a normal guy, dummy.

Who just happens to be adored by millions.

Me included.

And, now, I’m heading up to his apartment.

It feels a little more than surreal.

And, when the elevator doors open into his apartment, I’m reminded once again of exactly just who he is.

And not just because of the framed posters of some of his movies that hang in the huge foyer, but—

Holy shit, this place is amazing.

It’s a movie star’s home.