texted the production company back, asking for more information. But there was no immediate response.
She hadn’t realized that until this moment a part of her had been holding out hope that he’d come back to her. It made her feel small and stupid, because she’d thought she was over him. That she’d buried those emotions so deep, pretending she didn’t feel them. But they were there.
“Crissanne.”
She glanced up to see Ethan standing at the foot of her bed. His phone was in his hand and his face was pale. She stood up and ran over to him.
“Did you get the message?”
“Yeah. I can’t get through to Mase or the guy who sent the text,” Ethan said.
“Me, either,” she admitted. “Do you think he’s okay?”
“I don’t know. We both know he can survive a lot. He’s got skills.”
“Yeah. Skills.”
Ethan opened his arms and she closed the gap between them, putting her head against his shoulder and just crying. She didn’t know what to say. Suddenly she was very glad she hadn’t slept with Ethan. Not tonight. Not now when Mason was...
“Do you think he’s dead?” she asked.
“I hope not.”
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