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Hours.

I’m so pathetic.

My phone chimes.

Incoming Video Call

Leandra Madoc

I blink in surprise.

Then, I answer it immediately.

“Leandra?”

Her beautiful face fills the screen.

Blonde hair piled on top of her head.

No makeup.

Huge mug in her hands.

Honestly, she looks more like somebody's favorite hip aunt than one of Broadway's biggest stars.

“Hello, darling.”

I smile immediately.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Good.”

“How are you really feeling?”

I laugh.

“Busted?”

“Sweetheart, I have daughters. I'm professionally trained to detect nonsense.”

That makes me laugh harder.

“Okay, maybe I'm confused.”

“A man problem?”

“A Less problem.”

“Ah.”

She settles deeper into her chair.

“Is the handsome bodyguard getting serious?”

“Um, yes, fortunately or unfortunately, depending on my mood.”