Falling Star (Combustible #2) - Brandy L .Rivers

Falling Star Combustible 2

Brandy L Rivers

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Table of Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43

Chapter 44 About Brandy L Rivers Also by Brandy L Rivers Acknowledgements

Dedication To my readers, especially those of you who begged for more contemporary, thank you for wanting more.

Chapter 1 April… No more Raven Star. Time to put her to rest and let Ella Blair find her place. Ella. The girl who craved her freedom, and being able to do what she wanted on a whim. As much as she loved seeing herself on the big screen, the constant barrage of photographers and reporters hounding her every step had smothered her passion for acting. She’d become a prisoner, hiding away to best avoid landing in the tabloids and gossip magazines. She pressed the gas pedal harder, smiling to herself as she left behind the

city lights. Her phone rang, and she pressed talk. The music faded as she said, “Hey, Ryan. Aren’t you tired of me yet?” Ryan King, her best friend in Hollywood, and her co-star in several movies, laughed warmly. “Come on, angel, I’ll never get tired of you. Besides, Shannon wants you to come stay with us at the ranch.” “No, I don’t want to interrupt you two lovebirds. I’m disappearing. Maybe if I’m gone long enough, the paparazzi and my stalker will forget all about me.” He huffed a breath. “Cops never found a lead, did they?” She snorted. “I’m not even sure they’re looking. Apparently they can’t

find evidence of breaking and entering, so it’s not a high priority. Bastard was in my house, leaving me things.” She sighed, and forced a smile, hoping it reached her voice. “Doesn’t matter. No one will find me where I’m going.” “Don’t know about that, Rave, but good luck.” “Have fun with Shannon. Maybe I’ll swing by there some other time.” Clashing metal rang out as her head slammed against the window, pain spreading through her skull. The car was thrown to the side, glass flying from the passenger window. She raised her arm on instinct. The car flipped over and she banged her head against the glass again. “Raven, what happened?” Ryan

screamed, but his voice faded with the scene around her. **** Soft flickering light pulled her from sleep. Her head throbbed, the pain pounded through her. Concussion? Did I hit my head? She tried to move her numb hands, but they were trapped above her head while she lay flat on her back. Bound? In bed? Ice flowed through her veins. She sucked in a breath and choked on the familiar scent of rose and lavender. The same candles her stalker had left. She choked down a terrified scream and tried to push the fear away.

Her heart thundered, making the ache in her head pulse as blood rushed, drowning out the silence. She couldn’t remember how she got there, but she was alone in a candlelit room. White walls and a bed with a white comforter matching what furniture she could see through clouded vision. A creak from above caught her breath. Another followed. He was upstairs, walking around. Ella closed her eyes, her breathing deep and out of rhythm. She counted her heartbeats, tuning out the fear, and focusing on something solid and steady. After a moment, her heart rate slowed, the fear ebbing to a manageable level. In the Midnight Daughter

franchise, she’d played a spy. The studio had hired a former Navy Seal to train her and Ryan. O’Neil taught her everything he knew about knots. She followed the rope tethering her wrists to the headboard. Focusing on the task, she freed the knot securing her to the bed, but her wrists remained bound in the rope. The world swayed and spun when she sat up. Tiny lights swirled throughout the room. The scent in the air made the rising nausea worse. Doing her best to ignore the fragrance, she concentrated on the rope cutting off the circulation to her hands. She couldn’t reach the knots. A door slammed shut somewhere above

her and she froze, straining to hear. The faint purr of a vehicle gave her hope. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she held her arms out to the candle flame in hopes the rope would burn, praying her stalker was working alone. A cry escaped her lips as the heat got to be too much, she pulled her arms away as the rope grew hotter, a small portion smoldering and burning against her left wrist. With tears in her eyes, she caught part of the rope in her teeth and pulled. The burning fibers started to break, loosening the rope one strand at a time. The burn on her wrist hurt like nothing she’d ever felt, but she was determined to get free. When the rope on

that hand finally pulled apart, she removed the binding on the other and flung the remnants on the floor as she curled on her side, holding her blistered wrist to her chest. Her vision dimmed as the pain increased. She rolled onto her wrist, hoping pressure or something would ease the deep burn. Time passed until she remembered the situation. “You don’t have time to cry,” she whispered to herself. “Got to get out.” Pushing the pain out of her mind, as much as possible, she sat up and ran a shaky hand down the cotton dress. A whimper escaped as she glanced at the white material. Not her clothes. At least, she was dressed. She refused to think

about what had happened while she’d been unconscious but would deal with that once she was away from this place. Tiptoeing to the door, she reached for the handle. Damn. Locked from the other side. She didn’t have the strength to bust down a door, let alone one that appeared steel-reinforced. A quick assessment around the room gave her little hope. Maybe a basement or some kind of cellar. No windows. The vent was too small to attempt. Small room, filled mostly with a bed, a table, and a dresser. Not even a closet. Lit candles scattered around on the table and dresser. Ella’s panic abated as she concentrated on finding a way out.

Starting at the dresser seemed the first logical place for an item that might help. No clothes, no shoes, nothing. Not even dust. She froze when she heard a vehicle pull onto a gravel driveway, the same steady purr of an engine. Then it shut off. With no way out but the door, she silently crept to the side with hinges and waited. A door slammed upstairs. Floorboards creaked. Her heart thumped to the rhythm of footfalls down the stairs. It was now or never. When the door to her room creaked open and someone stepped inside, Ella slammed the door into the big man, knocking him into the dresser. Candles

fell, rolling onto the bed as he spun her, pulling her against his muscular body. “You’re not leaving. This is my chance,” he snarled, staring into her eyes as he rolled on top of her. She froze as steel gray orbs bored into her. So familiar, just on the edge of memory. “No chance, asshole. Get off me!” she screamed back. He gripped her shoulders and lifted her up before slamming her back down. Her head hit the cement floor and her vision darkened. “You’re going to love me, Ella.” Her eyes widened. No one but her brother and Mila had called her Ella since she left Seattle. Sweat beaded on her brow. Smoke from the burning bed

filled the room. “You’re hurting me!” she cried. “Didn’t want to. You were supposed to come away with me.” He pulled her wrists above her head and gripped them in one hand, then reached for something with the other, shifting his weight. She kneed him in the balls. His reaction was instant as he curled up and rolled into the dresser, knocking more candles over, onto the bed. Scrambling to her feet, she ran out the door, and up the stairs at the end of the hall. Adrenaline pumped through her, pushing her faster. Halfway up, he caught her ankle and she went down, slamming her nose

and cheek into the cement stairs. Stars danced in her vision as she kicked at his hand and face. He dragged her down, her head thumping on another step as she slammed her foot into his cheek, knocking his head into the wall with a thud. His grip fell away and she dashed the rest of the way up the stairs, reaching the door. Locked again, but she flipped the bolt and raced into sunlight that nearly blinded her. Smoke and heat pushed at her as she stumbled in the grass. His agony-filled scream set her into motion again. She ran as fast as her shaky legs could carry her, through the dense brush. She made it past the trees and tripped across the ditch as the daylight

faded around her. **** Flashing lights and deafening sirens jolted Ella awake. Two people rolled her onto a stretcher and she tried to jerk away. “Calm down,” a woman murmured. “You’ve been through an ordeal, but we’re here to help. I need you to relax and take a nice deep breath for me.” She recognized the paramedic uniforms. Both the woman and her male partner watched, seeming to study her, waiting for a reaction. Flashing red lights from the fire trucks sparked fragments of memory. That voice in her ear, a man behind her, his hands on her

skin. Ella flinched away, tears in her eyes, her voice a shaky fraction of her normal volume. “A man. He took me there. I got away.” She only stopped speaking when the coughing fit started. The woman nodded. “Looks like he had you bound. You hit your head hard, broke your nose too. And your arm is burned. Police are on standby waiting for your statement and their investigation of the property, but the firemen are working to put the fire out first.” Fear wound tight. She struggled to get air into her lungs. Before her next breath, a paramedic had an oxygen mask set up. A police officer approached.

“Ma’am, if you’re able, I’d like you to tell me what happened.” She wasn’t sure about the details. Nearly all of the events since the car crash remained foggy in her memory. She blinked back tears and looked up at him. “I was driving. Going on vacation. Someone hit my car. I was tied to a bed when I woke up.” Her hands trembled as she stared at the burn from the rope and the heat on her wrists. The world started to tilt and she reached up to touch her throbbing skull. Her fingers came away sticky and red. “Careful. We’re here to take care of you,” the female medic said. Ella met the policeman’s gaze. “You need to find him. He’s been

stalking me for years. Leaving gifts in my house. And then he took me.” “We’ll find him,” he promised. Her heart raced, and her lungs wouldn’t fill with enough air. Everything and everyone around her went fuzzy as every ache and pain magnified.

Chapter 2 Bells rang and the dispatcher called out the address. Trent Ward’s heart lodged in his throat as all the worst possible scenarios played out in his head. He ran to the fire truck to yank on his gear. Kyle gripped his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Did you see a ghost?” Trent squeezed his eyes shut. “That’s my sister’s address.” “Let’s not assume the worst. She may be fine.” Nodding, he tried to salvage some hope that Tina had finally turned over a new leaf fled. “Blaze is with her. Ever since Randy died, she’s been sliding

downhill, getting further and further into drugs and alcohol.” “We won’t know until we get there,” Kyle told him. “Her boy is smart. He would get himself out.” “Not if Tina is passed out. He’d try to save her.” Trent climbed onto the truck and dropped into a seat, hoping the rest of his team would hurry the fuck up. In all of Trent’s years as a fireman, he’d never been so damned worried. Dave Metcalf looked over his shoulder at him as he turned the key in the ignition. Kyle, Gavin, and Metcalf were already on board. As soon as Isandro climbed into the front passenger seat, Trent shouted, “Go!”

He hoped to God he’d find Tina and Blaze standing outside, safe and unharmed. They raced down the street as Trent’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. When the truck turned a corner, they saw the flames jumping and smoke billowing in the blue sky from blocks away. He gripped the handle so hard he thought it might snap off. As soon as the truck stopped, he was out and on his way to the door. A small crowd stood on the sidewalk, gawking, but neither Tina nor Blaze was in sight. Chief Ramirez bellowed on the line, “Stop, Trent. Wait for the team.” “Fuck that,” Trent muttered. The door was locked. He took a step back

and kicked the door in. Tina lay sprawled on the floor with Blaze pulling on his mother’s arm. Blaze doubled over in a coughing fit. Trent ran to them, scooped Tina over his shoulder and banded an arm around Blaze’s waist to carry him outside. Kyle and Gavin made it to the porch by the time he stepped outside. Kyle took Tina. Trent carried Blaze to the yard and dropped to his knees to inspect his nephew. Blaze threw his arms around Trent’s neck. “You saved Mommy! I tried, but I’m not strong enough.” He sobbed against Trent’s chest.

Trent pulled his helmet off and hugged Blaze tight. “Were you the one who called 911?” Sniffling, the boy leaned back with a nod. “Then you saved her.” He stood up and nodded to the paramedics working on Tina. “Let’s go see how she’s doing. Okay?” “I’m scared. She wouldn’t wake up.” Trent’s heart twisted tight. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for that little boy. “She’s in good hands.” He wished to God he knew how to help Tina pull herself out of the downward spiral. Blaze led Trent toward the ambulance. Tina’s face was black and

blue, not to mention bloodied. Trent looked down at Blaze. “What happened?” “Mommy told me to hide and not come out until she told me to. It was loud with lots of yelling and banging.” He shook his head. “I smelled smoke and snuck out. She was on the floor, but I couldn’t wake her up.” His tone became more urgent with each word. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, Blaze. We’ll figure this out, all right?” Tears dripped from the boy’s face while he hugged Trent’s leg tight. Trent turned to Marissa, one of the local police officers, Isandro’s sister. “Have any clue yet who did this?” “Yeah, Wade Johnson. Neighbors

say he came by. Apparently, he was trying to get money from Tina.” She shook her head. “She’d been doing so good, staying out of trouble.” “Yeah. I don’t know. Why was her dealer here if she was clean?” “I don’t know, Trent. I’ll get to the bottom of it.” “Thanks.” He turned to Kate, one of the paramedics. “Think she’ll be okay?” “She’s pretty banged up and showing signs of an overdose. I think she’ll pull through, but what happens next time?” Trent shook his head. “No telling. Maybe, this time, after another stint in rehab, she’ll finally stay off the drugs.” “Maybe. No telling. You know

where we’re taking her.” Bill Ramirez joined them beside the truck. Trent’s fire chief patted him on the shoulder. “After we get back to the firehouse, you should go… be with your family.” Trent nodded. “Thanks. I want to make sure she’s all right. Need to get my parents here. And Blaze…” “He can ride with us. Then you can do what you have to do. This is your family.” **** Trent held Blaze’s hand on the way back to the firehouse. Seven years old, and his nephew had witnessed his mother do so many fucked up things on

her quest to get high. This latest selfish act could have killed both Tina and Blaze. Sniffling, Blaze looked up at him. “What’s going to happen to Mommy?” “Don’t know, kiddo. We’ll find out when we get to the hospital. Nana and Pop should be there by then.” He ruffled Blaze’s red hair. Trent had a guess but wasn’t sure another stint in rehab would change a damned thing. “You’ll stay with me at the hospital?” Trent nodded. Blaze hated the place almost as much as he did. Even before Blaze was born, Trent either found his sister at the hospital or took her there after some drug or alcohol-induced

incident too many times to think about. She wanted to get clean, but it wasn’t enough. She kept sliding back into old habits, making the same old mistakes time and time again. “Of course, buddy.” “Sometimes I wish you were my daddy instead of my uncle.” Trent wiped at his eyes and hugged Blaze to his side. “Love you, kid.” “Love you too.” After Metcalf had parked the truck in its bay, they climbed out. Kyle kept Blaze busy while Trent showered and changed clothes. When he returned, he swept Blaze up in his arms and headed across the lot for his own truck. “You’re the bravest kid I’ve ever

met,” Trent admitted. “I was scared.” “Yeah, but being brave means you do scary things. You tried to help your mom, even though the fire was roaring.” “Mom was getting better. I don’t know why that man came.” “Neither do I, but we’ll find out.” Trent set Blaze in the truck and buckled him in before going around to hop in his seat. He turned the key and looked over at his nephew. “What do you want to listen to?” “Doesn’t matter.” “Ah, come on. Sure it does.” “I like your music.” Trent hit power and Sam Hunt’s voice came on the stereo for the short

trip to the hospital. When they arrived, his parents were in the emergency waiting room. One of the doctor Blake was already talking with them, so Trent set Blaze down in a chair and nudged his shoulder. “We’re going to be here a while.” “Hate hospitals,” Blaze muttered. “Yup, me too. That’s another thing about being brave. You may hate this place, but you’re here, waiting to hear the scary news.” “Guess I am brave.” Blaze gave him a sad smile. “You’re even braver.” He snorted. “Most people would call me crazy. Running into burning buildings for a living.” “You saved us.”

Yeah, he probably did. One look and he knew Blaze wouldn’t have left his mother there. Man, he wanted to say a few things to his sister for putting her boy in danger. Yet, he would hold off until he got her side of the story. She’d been doing so much better, or so he thought. Once the doctor returned down the hall, his parents approached Trent and Blaze. His mom and dad both seemed older at that moment. “Hey, Blaze. You’re going to stay with us for a while.” Blaze sucked in a breath. “Will we visit Mommy?” Trent’s mom nodded. “Of course. As much as we can.”

“Rehab?” Blaze asked. Unfortunately, the child was familiar with the routine. Probably wouldn’t be the last experience either. “Yes, honey. We want your mother to get better. She needs help.” Blaze’s shoulders slumped. Trent leaned over. “You can come stay with me when I don’t have the long shifts.” Blaze lit up. “Really?” “Anytime, little man.”

Chapter 3 End of August… “Raven, this is your dream. I know you need a break, but you can’t walk away from your life,” Sam, Ella’s brother, pleaded for the millionth time. “Ella! My damned name is Ella. I’m not Raven anymore.” She slung her backpack over her shoulder. “I know you don’t get it, but I can’t do this anymore. You don’t have to like it, but I’m not scheduled for another movie, and I have no contracts to fulfill. I’m done.” Sam shook his head. “You said before, you just needed a break.” “Look, I appreciate everything

you’ve done for me. You’ve been a great brother, a better agent, but right now I need to get back to me. The person I lost somewhere along the way. I’m trapped in this house to avoid the media.” “You’ve lived with the media for years. Why is this any different?” Her jaw clenched. “I was tired of all the shit they made up before. But now —they’re calling me a drunk or an addict who let some asshole take me away, blaming me for being abducted against my will. He held me captive for two days, Sam. Two fucking days. I can’t handle another press conference or interview when they’ve already made up their minds about what happened, and it’s all bullshit. I can’t take it anymore.

I’m going back to being Ella, where no one will bother me.” He moved closer, taking her hands. “Take your break, and when this mess blows over, you can come back to acting.” She threw her arms up, backing away. “Sam, you’re not getting it. I’m through. No more acting. I can’t deal with all the shit that comes with it. Remember, if you want to get a hold of me, use my old email from high school. I won’t be checking the one I have now. I’m getting rid of my phone. Raven is going away for good.” “Ella, don’t do this. Not like this.” “The police haven’t even found the asshole who did this to me. I’m not safe

here. If I disappear, he can’t find me either.” “Who’s going to watch over you if you’re hiding?” “Me. None of the bodyguards you hired stopped him from breaking into my home or anywhere else I might have been. The cops have run out of leads.” She brushed past him, scooping up the keys to the new Humvee she hated, and Ella left. After a few stops for some supplies, she checked into a hotel as Ella Cross, the new last name even her brother didn’t know. Raven no longer existed. **** Trent sat beside his sister, trying to

calm the temper threatening to flare. She’d begged him to come see her at the rehab center and listen to her story. She kept pleading with him to believe every word she said and he just couldn’t do it. “Are you even listening to me?” Tina demanded. Trent snorted. “Yeah, and somehow, I don’t understand why a drug dealer is going to force you to take drugs. Isn’t that a waste of his product?” Tina slumped back in her chair. “I was clean, Trent. I stayed away from all of that for months.” He gripped the edge of the table and shook his head. “If you were clean, then why are you still here, three weeks past when you were supposed to leave?"

“Wade said he’d hook me again. That I would never stop coming to him. He held me down and forced the needle into my arm, Trent. Why can’t you believe me?” His heart wrenched, but he didn’t believe a word she’d said. He’d seen her lie, cheat, and steal to get drugs when she’d hit bottom in the past. His trust had long since run out. Seeing her passed out in a raging fire with her son trying to pull her out—there were no words. And now the boy moped around anytime anyone mentioned his mother. She was supposed to come home weeks ago, but she hadn’t. And for what, if she had truly been clean?

“Does it help if I tell you Wade is in custody and has been for a month. He’s waiting for a trial. Though they’d like you to come forward as a witness.” Her head dipped slowly. “Immensely. I don’t want anyone else to go through what I have.” “What about being a witness.” “Yes, definitely. I’m done letting him ruin my life.” Trent held his tongue. She’d been the one ruining her life, not this prick. She was the one who constantly chose to get high, to get drunk, instead of taking care of her little boy. He managed a smile though it probably wasn’t very encouraging. “Think you’ll come home soon?”

She nodded. Maybe he did have a little hope left. “Blaze misses you. He thinks you don’t love him anymore because you’ve been here forever. His words, not mine. Though I can’t fathom why you’re still here if you were really done with drugs before that asshole forced them on you.” “Wade was still out there. Everyone but Marissa thinks I’m lying.” “I didn’t say that.” “But you don’t believe me.” He threw his hands up with a groan. “This is why I haven’t come out much. I keep telling you how much Blaze misses you, and how much this place scares him. You tell me you’re coming home soon. But you’ve said that a few times

now. The program was supposed to be sixty days. You’ve been here a month longer already. I don’t understand.” She wiped at her face. “I’m making progress. Getting over Randy. I needed to let him go so I can be there for Blaze.” “Can’t you do that at home? Think about your son. How this is affecting Blaze.” “Of course, I do.” She wiped a tear from her face. “I also know that if I go home right now, I’m going to fall back into the same pattern I’m trying so hard to break.” “But if you were clean, and Wade did this, don’t you have the strength to stay away?”

“He broke into my house, Trent.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood. “And they have the asshole in custody now. Your boy misses you. Isn’t that enough to want to come home and stay clean?” “Soon. I need to fix me before I can go back. I need to be all the way better.” His hope died. He didn’t understand, probably never would. “I’m sorry, Tina. I hope you come home soon. We miss you. Your boy breaks my heart when he stays over and cries himself to sleep because his mother isn’t there for him.” “Don’t you think I’m doing the same thing without him?” She covered her face with both shaking hands. “Just

go. You don’t understand, and I don’t really expect you to at this point.” “I love you, sis. I don’t want to see you self-destruct. I don’t want to see Blaze hurt. I want you well.” “Soon.” Lost. Defeated. He dipped his head and walked away, trying to shove at least some of the doubt under the rug.

Chapter 4 Beginning of September… Flashing lights and screeching sirens made Ella’s heart jump. She pulled over onto a shoulder of the narrow road and shut down the new Jeep Renegade. The day she left Hollywood she’d traded in the Humvee for something far less conspicuous, hoping to blend in with everyone else. First, the fire truck sped down the road. Her head dropped to the steering wheel, and she closed her eyes while trying to steady her breath. An ambulance followed and tears flowed. Another panic attack threatened to

encroach every time she heard sirens. The anxiety only got worse with the lights. Flashes of memory tried to surface as the shaking started. Two days lost. That’s how long the man with steel gray eyes had held her. The only memories she got were slivers that churned her fear. The rape kit had come back clean, but her captor had changed her clothes, had held her. She relived the sensation of his strange, smooth hands with scar tissue that felt wrong. Fear gripped her once again. At first, she thought she could keep traveling, sticking to small towns… in a sincere attempt to find herself again. Within a few days, she’d realized she needed a place to call her own, a

purpose. Ella had spent an hour on the phone with a friend from school. The only person she’d kept in contact with after moving to Hollywood. The one, other than her brother, who knew her as anything but Raven Star. Two hours later, she had a plan. Buy Mila’s old house. Open a boutique in rural Lakeridge, California. And find her place. Sam still believed she was coming back to LA. He hadn’t sent a single email yet, which meant he was probably mad about the way she left. She needed a fresh start without people’s misconceived perceptions based on what the tabloid media portrayed. Her phone rang and she nearly

jumped through the roof. She sucked in a breath and forced her heart rate to slow before hitting talk. “Hi, Mila.” “Are you all right?” Mila asked. “Hey. Sorry, the sirens gave me a mini panic attack. I needed to stop for a few minutes and just breathe. Ever since the accident, sirens and lights freak me out. Pathetic, huh?” “Of course not. Take all the time you need. But I should warn you now. We’re down the road from the fire station.” “It’s okay. I’ll get used to it. Might even help me move past some of that shit.” She forced half a smile. “I want to take my life back. Not mope around and worry about what might have happened.”

Ella started her Jeep and pulled onto the road again. “Hey, don’t be surprised. I’m wearing glasses, and I had a stylist bring my hair back to its natural color, maybe a little lighter. I don’t want anyone to know who I was.” “Who you are. You’re still her, just a little battered. You’ll gain that confidence back.” She snorted. “Yeah, if they ever catch the asshole who did this to me.” “They will. Give it time.” “That’s what the cops said every time I gave them another of his gifts or letters. They never found his body in that warehouse, so he must still be out there.” “Hey, you have an alarm system.

You’re in a good neighborhood. Everything will be fine.” “Hope so,” Ella answered. Mila’s voice brightened, “You get to meet my munchkins for the first time.” Ella finally smiled. “I’m almost there. See you in a second.” She shut off the phone and turned onto her new street. The houses were nice, not too fancy. No pretentious cars parked anywhere in sight. That was a good sign. Normal life. Her nerves finally settled. No cameras, no reporters, no one shoving her into a box their imagination conjured. Mila stood on the porch with a tiny bundle and a little girl who could have been her clone. Almost two years ago, Mila bought

this house and relocated to Lakeridge with her then five-year-old daughter, Cherish. A few months later, she moved in with the firefighter next door. Didn’t take long for them to fall in love. Actually, the couple had met six years earlier at a masquerade party and created their little girl, but hadn’t seen each other since. They’d kept their masks on and didn’t figure out their history until a mutual friend visited Mila. Barb hadn’t been wearing a mask. Imagine the shock. And now, the couple was happily married with a new baby, their son, Valor. Ella climbed out of the car and made her way to Mila. “Is this Ella?” the girl asked.

Smiling, Ella nodded. “Yes, and you must be Cherish.” Her face lit up, her blue eyes sparkling. “I am. I’m so happy to meet you.” Ella held out her hand with a grin. “Pleasure is mine. I sure have heard a lot of good things about you.” “Mommy told me so much about you too.” Mila laughed. “Yes, well, she is one of my oldest friends. Barb, Ella, and I did everything together.” “Like Jenny and me?” Cherish asked. “Yeah, like the two of you,” Mila answered Ella smiled and nodded at the baby

boy. “Valor, I presume? Can I hold him?” “Sure.” Mila handed him over. “He’s so little, and you look amazing for delivering him only a few weeks ago.” “Thanks. Not sure how I managed that.” “Oh, I bet I know. Barb says Kyle keeps you busy,” Ella teased. Mila smiled as a blush raced up her face. “That’s true.” Mila held out the keys. “The place is all yours though I would have let you stay with us as long as you wanted.” Ella drew a deep breath and shrugged. “I’m staying for good. After what happened, what they said, I’m done

living under a microscope.” “At least, I won’t worry about you now. And I won’t have to miss you so much with you living right next door.” Smiling, Ella dropped her attention to Valor. Small, cuddly and sleeping. “Adorable. And Cherish looks just like you—beautiful.” Mila smiled. “She’s my mini-me. And Valor looks like his daddy. I can’t wait for you to meet Kyle. In fact, I’m sure he was on that fire truck that went by.” “I do want to meet the man who gave you faith in men again.” “How about tomorrow? We’re barbecuing. Small get together. Kyle’s best friend and his family.”

Biting her lip, Ella looked over at the house and shrugged. “I’m not sure I’m ready yet.” “Think about it.” “Let me see how I settle in first. Okay? Some things make me skittish. I want to say I’m all right, but I have moments when I’m definitely not.” “Then why don’t we start small. Tonight, after you acclimate to the new home, you could come over. I’m going to be here with the munchkins. Kyle’s at work. We can catch up.” “I’ll look around, then run to the store. Give me a couple hours, if that isn’t too late.” “I can hardly wait.”

**** Trent’s team was already in the truck, heading back from a bonfire that had gotten out of hand. Luckily, no one had been hurt, but the location reminded Trent of how his sister had started down the path she was on with rehab and relapses. At the time, she was still in high school and hadn’t come home at curfew. He was in college, and his parents asked him to drive around until he found her. And he did, eventually. Her car was parked just past the city limits, back in the woods. Smoke from a bonfire rose above the trees. A dozen or so cars were lined up on the street.

Trent had jogged down the trail and found a group of kids surrounding his sister. She was passed out on the ground and one of the guys from the football team was trying to get her clothes off. Pushing his way past the onlookers, Trent pulled the asshole off her and busted his hand bashing the prick’s face in before taking his sister home. He told her that story every time she got in trouble. It never did a damned thing to slow her down. She continued partying, fell in love with a druggie, and had a kid. Her boyfriend had died a few years later. He crashed his car into a family of four, killing all but the baby. The jerk’s blood alcohol level had been four times the legal limit.

That’s when Tina’s problems got worse. She was still in rehab, but Trent wasn’t sure it changed a damned thing. She’d been in and out of various facilities for years. Sighing, Trent turned to Kyle. “Why are kids so dumb? I don’t remember ever going out to party like these twits.” Kyle smirked. “Because you were too busy studying and playing football.” Gavin laughed. “Why did you even want to be a fireman? You could have taken a football scholarship.” Trent glared back at Gavin. “Football was fun, but it wasn’t what I wanted to do forever. Besides, I had the desire to help people.”

“Which you could have done with any number of professions,” Gavin pointed out. “You had the grades to be a doctor.” “Why are you complaining? This is what you wanted to do, too.” Kyle nudged Gavin. “Yeah, leave Trent alone. He made the same choice we did, and I don’t think any of us would trade our jobs for the world.” Trent ran his hand over his short hair and gave Kyle a sheepish smile. “Think I could come to the barbecue tomorrow? I really don’t want to make the trip to visit my sister with my parents. And Blaze wants to play with the girls.” Blaze was friends with Gavin’s daughter, Jenny, but he had a

crush on Kyle’s daughter, Cherish. Kyle nodded. “Sure. Just, don’t chase our new neighbor. Mila says she’s been through some rough times and is looking for a fresh start.” Trent nodded, curiosity spiking. “New neighbor?” Kyle shrugged. “I don’t know much.” His brow arched. “Well, spill. What do you know?” “Mila has known Ella since grade school. They’ve been friends as long as we have. Apparently Ella’s been so busy with work, that Mila hasn’t seen her since graduation, but they talk at least once every week. Lately, daily.” “Interesting.”

“And she bought Mila’s house. Apparently, also purchased the corner shop on Main Street. The one that’s been empty since the jewelry store went out of business.” “What kind of store is she opening?” He shrugged. “Didn’t ask. But seriously, no chasing. Mila was relieved when it was just going to be Gavin’s family and us. Her friend has been through hell. Swear to me, you won’t pursue her.” Trent laughed. “Hey, I’m not a bonehead. I already said I wouldn’t. Can’t help it if I’m curious about the mystery woman moving into town.” Gavin shook his head. “Mila won’t

even tell Cadence anything other than her name.” Gavin’s wife had befriended Mila the second they met. Her silence about Ella spoke volumes, spinning his imagination into overdrive. “Okay, and don’t worry. With the way things are going with Tina, I’m more concerned about my nephew than women.” Gavin asked, “How is your sister doing?” Trent shrugged. “Going on four months in rehab. I don’t get it. I’d think her son would be enough to make her change.” “She hasn’t tried to leave?” “Nope. Not this time. She’s choosing to stay.”

Kyle smiled, “Considering she’s staying voluntarily, I’d say she’s making progress. Maybe she’s getting over whatever pushes her to need the drugs.” “God, I hope so.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Poor Blaze keeps asking if she’s ever coming home.”

Chapter 5 Ella wandered through the grocery store trying to figure out what to make for the barbecue. Mila always loved to bake, ever since they were kids. Anything from cookies, to pies, and everything in between. She couldn’t count the times she’d spent all day at Mila’s baking with her on the weekends. Meat was likely covered. After digging the phone out of her purse, she dialed Mila. “Hey, you okay, Ella?” “Yeah, but what do I bring tomorrow?” “Don’t need to bring anything.” “I want to. Wine’s out, especially if

you’re nursing. Besides, I never drink anyway. You always loved to make pies. Didn’t figure you needed meat. So what do I bring?” “We can always use more dessert. Remember, two strapping firemen and two little girls who can pack away the sweets.” “Cake? Mmm, how about ribbon cake?” “Ooh, I haven’t had that in so long. Yes, definitely.” Laughing, Ella turned down the baking aisle to gather the necessary ingredients. “I’ll come by later.” “Sounds great.” “See you then.” Ella noticed the condensed milk behind her and set her

phone in the shopping cart before turning back. She ran right into a solid wall of man and stumbled back, pulling her hands up in a defensive stance. He caught her upper arms before she fell and pulled her upright. She jerked away as her breath came in heavy pants. “Hey, you all right?” His warm baritone eased the building panic, followed by pale blue eyes holding her gaze, calming the sudden fear. Once her heartbeat slowed, she quickly took him in. Hair as black as night, icy blue eyes, pale skin, full pink lips. The emblem on his uniform struck a chord and the rest of her tension rolled away.

A nervous laugh escaped. “Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” He ducked his gaze, a slight smile on his lips. “My fault.” “Mine. I wasn’t looking.” I’m an idiot. He chuckled. “I’ll admit, I was staring. You look familiar. Just trying to figure out why.” No, no, no! He can’t know who I am. Shaking her head, she backed toward her cart and closed her eyes. Her heart tried to pound its way out of her chest. “Sorry. Too forward?” He shuffled away one step and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I wasn’t trying to come on to you. You really do look familiar, and I

can’t figure out why.” She pushed the black frames up her nose and shrugged. “I’ve been in town all of an hour. Never been here before in my life.” Recognition lit up his face and her heart sank. Maybe settling down was a really bad idea. “Mila’s friend? Ella, right?” Nodding, she took a relieved breath. “Yeah.” “Must have seen pictures of you over at her house.” “Oh.” A frown pulled at her lips. He shook his head. “Damn. Hey, sorry. I’m Trent Ward.” He held out his hand, and she took it cautiously. “Hi, Trent. Look, I’m doing a little

shopping now that I’m finally here. I drove all day long and I’m tired, but I need food. I’m sure I’ll see you around.” Her nervous rambling made him smile. “You will. I live across the street from you.” “Huh. Have a nice night.” Dipping her head, she grabbed the condensed milk and dropped it into the cart before hurrying out of the aisle. “Ella, hey, Ella!” Mila shouted on her phone. She thumped her hand against her head as she picked it up and answered. “Sorry. Literally ran into someone. I’m such a moron.” “Trent. Yeah, he’s a good guy. A little rough around the edges at times, but

he’s really great with his nephew.” “Nephew?” “Yeah. His sister is in rehab right now. He takes care of Blaze on his days off. Though Trent has a reputation for being a man-whore.” “Oh, yeah, I’m not interested. He startled me. That’s all.” Mila laughed. “I may be married, but I’m not blind. Trent’s hot.” “Yeah, but really, I’m not going there. I need to find the real me again.” “I didn’t say anything about taking him for a ride. But you can definitely window shop… if you know what I mean.” “Nope. Not my thing right now.” She sighed. “I need to finish shopping.

I’ll see you in an hour or so.” “Later, Ella.” “Be there soon.” Ella walked back to the baking aisle. Thankfully, the gorgeous fireman had already left. The biggest smile she’d worn in weeks appeared. He’d definitely fuel a few fantasies, but she wasn’t looking for a hookup. **** Trent watched Ella flee the aisle. He couldn’t help wondering what had gone through her head when he startled her. He read people fairly well. The look in her eyes had been sheer terror until she focused on the St. Florian cross on his shirt and relaxed. Also, a spark

had struck between them, but she shut it down. He wanted to unravel her mystery. Kyle turned down the aisle. “Forget why we’re here?” Trent grabbed Kyle’s arm and dragged him out of the supermarket before he did something stupid like chase Ella down. The woman was dropdead gorgeous, her blue-green eyes electric, even behind the thick black rims. Her hair fell around her in warm caramel waves. And her body—hot damn. Athletic, toned and still had curves in all the right places. And Kyle had made him swear to leave her alone. Fuck me.

Kyle pulled out of his grip with wide eyes. “What the hell is going on?” “Mila’s friend is in there. Swear to god, she looks familiar. Those eyes— that mouth. Christ, she’s beautiful. And off limits, right? Fuck.” Trent combed his fingers through his hair and stalked away. “Who is she?” “Ella Cross. I already told you everything I know.” “She’s real nervous. Worse than Mila ever was. Something must have happened to her.” “No clue. I can ask. But, Trent, I’m not going to share secrets.” “Yeah, got that. Make sure she’s all right. I didn’t like the fear in her eyes when she caught me staring. But damn,

she’s beautiful.” “You going to be able to handle the barbecue tomorrow?” He nodded. “She’s scared of something. I’m not going to do a damned thing to make it worse.” “Hey.” Kyle stepped in front of him. “Calm down, dude. If Mila were worried about something happening to her friend, she would let me know. She didn’t. I think it’s safe to say she either doesn’t know yet or doesn’t expect anything to happen here.” Trent nodded. “Hope not. Once she got her bearings, she calmed down, but man, I feel like an ass for scaring her.” A smirk pulled at Kyle’s lips. “I haven’t seen you this caught up with a

woman in… never.” A chuckle escaped and turned into rolling laughter. “Stop, I’m not caught up.” Kyle calmed down and arched a brow his way. “Okay, fine. I’m curious. You have my word. I’m not going to chase her.” “Then I’ll help you find out what we can. In the meantime, get to know her. Don’t come on to her. Maybe she just needs a friend.” “Oh, like you did with Mila?” Now Trent laughed. Kyle had tried his best to be patient, but Trent noticed the way Kyle had shown up wherever Mila might be. Kyle smirked. “As it turns out, I did know her from before.”

“Yeah, made that little girl without ever seeing Mila’s face.” Trent shook his head. “I don’t even want to know how that happened.” “Yeah, well, I’m not sharing. Come on, let’s get pizza and go back to the firehouse before your mystery girl comes out of the store.” “Not my girl. Can’t help it if I’m intrigued.” “Call it what you want. You’re still interested.” **** After putting her groceries away, Ella walked next door to Mila’s with a jug of sweet tea. She rang the bell about nine at night.

Mila opened the door with a smile. “Tell me more about your trip to the store.” Lifting a shoulder, Ella muttered, “Nerve-wracking.” “Come in. Let’s have a glass of tea, then you can tell me why you’re running from your old life.” Mila took the jug to the kitchen. Ella followed. “I think I’ve figured out that my old, old life was easier. I miss being able to be me. You have no idea what it’s like to always have to be on.” “I can imagine. Probably not sufficiently, but I get it.” “You get a little of it being a teacher. This was different, though.

Unless I was locked up at home with the blinds shut tight, I had to watch what I was doing. Then the stalker.” Ella leaned against the counter while Mila poured. “Your kidnapping was all over the news. But what really happened, Ella? I was so damned worried. And then I hardly heard from you for a couple months.” A bitter laugh escaped. “Every time I stepped out of the house, someone was in my face asking me questions I couldn’t answer. The police hounded me afterward, pushing me to remember anything. I told them everything I knew, which wasn’t much, but I described the man. Then the tabloids wanted to take

my story and twist it into fiction. I shut everyone out for a while.” “You know better than to listen to the media.” Ella shook her head. “Easier said than done. This was worse than them trying to say I was seen with so and so, or this co-star, or that rock star. No, they claimed I somehow led the bastard on, or I was on drugs or any number of things. The theories out there…” Ella drew a slow breath and looked out the window. “I want to go back to being the girl no one cares about. I liked it better when I wasn’t put on display like a butterfly pinned to a wall. Nobody should give a damn about what brand of jeans I wear or what I had for dinner last

night.” “You loved acting.” “Not what goes with it. Acting put me in the spotlight all the time. That’s the part I couldn’t handle.” Ella swept her hair behind her ear and accepted the glass Mila handed her. Mila took her arm and brought her back to the couch. “What if you decide you miss it?” “Then I reevaluate. But I received letters and gifts, creepy ones, from this guy for three years before the accident. The sicko tied me to a bed. I was dressed, but who says I would have stayed that way if I hadn’t worked the knot loose and fought for my life?” Mila gently caught Ella’s arm and

turned it to inspect the ugly red scar on her outer wrist. “What happened?” Ella looked at it and shrugged. “I managed to untie the rope from the bed frame, but couldn’t reach the knots around my wrists. I used the candles to burn the rope.” She winced. “I couldn’t stay there and that was all I could come up with. I managed to knock him over and fought him off when he came in the room. We knocked over candles, the bed caught fire. I ran as the fire spread.” “I’m sorry.” “You and me both. But I was already walking away from it all before that happened.” “So you’re going to forget about Raven Star, and be Ella Cross?”

“That’s my plan. I’m going to open a boutique, but need to figure out a good name.” “Maybe I can help with that. But, I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.” “Me too.” “So, how bad were you hurt?” Ella rubbed the scar on her arm. “He broke my nose. Gave me a concussion. I burned my arm getting free.” She shrugged. “I was pretty banged up. But he didn’t do worse. And it all happened on my way out of town, on my way to retirement.” Mila shook her head and lifted her glass. “To a simpler life.” “Mmm, cheers.” Ella clanged her glass and took a sip of tea.

“By the way,” Mila drew a breath, “Trent will be here tomorrow. With his nephew. Are you still interested in coming?” “Yeah. I’ll be here. He seemed to feel bad when he realized he’d startled me. Besides, he lives across the street. Not like I can avoid him forever.” “Don’t think you need to avoid him. He has his sweet moments.” Sweet wasn’t something she imagined from his devilish grin though he did backtrack when he realized how nervous she’d become. “I don’t need any moments with him.” Mila shrugged. “Kyle invited him. Remember, I told you his parents have been watching his nephew while his

sister is at rehab? Well, they’re going to visit Tina tomorrow so Trent will have Blaze. He’s a good uncle.” Mila giggled. “Seems Blaze has a crush on Cherish too.” Ella smirked. “Young love. Why did I never find it?” “Because your nose was usually too stuck in a book or the latest play or musical.” “I couldn’t help it. It’s what I loved.” Ella took another sip. “So fill me in on you and how you found your Phantom of the Opera again.”

Chapter 6 Nerves nearly kept Ella at home. Strength of will got her out the door. Time to take your life back, Ella. It’s just a few people. You’re used to being in front of a huge crowd. This is nothing. Once the door was locked, she walked to the sidewalk with two travel dishes in her hands. She glanced back at her place, considering sneaking back inside until she could get her shaking hands to calm down. A little boy came out of the house across the street. His flaming red hair shone in the sunlight. He smiled and pulled the pant leg of the guy with him.

“I’m coming, Blaze. Calm yourself, little man,” a deep timbre rumbled in amusement. Her stupid heart fluttered when she recognized the voice from the night before at the grocery store. Trent turned around. His gaze locked on hers as a smile stretched across his face. He moved both cases of pop under one arm, took the boy’s hand, and whispered something she had no hope of hearing. Yeah, Trent was gorgeous and adorable with the little boy beside him. “Fancy seeing you here,” he called. Trent looked both ways. “Come on, kiddo.” He hurried across the street, pulling Blaze along. The boy stopped before her and

looked up with a shy smile. “You’re pretty.” Trent’s eyes sparkled as they met hers. “She is, isn’t she?” Ella blushed. “Who’s your friend?” She winked at the boy. “Blaze. He’s my nephew. And Blaze, meet Ella, my new neighbor.” She glanced at Trent and back at the boy. “Hello, you’re a handsome young man.” He giggled. “Aw, you’re sweet. But I have a girlfriend.” Trent laughed out loud. “Don’t let Kyle hear you say that.” Blaze pouted. “I know. He says no boyfriends until she’s eighty-two.” Ella couldn’t help laughing.

“Here’s a secret. Be her friend. Don’t claim to be her boyfriend, and you’ll have a chance.” Thinking about Kyle’s advice to him, Trent’s brow cocked as Ella met his gaze, he mouthed, Is that a hint? Smirking, she shook her head and turned toward Mila’s house. Trent caught up. “Sorry. Can’t help flirting when you smile like that. Besides, you’re a lot more relaxed today.” Warmth rolled through her, trailed by excitement. “I don’t mind. And last night I was jittery from driving all day in unfamiliar territory. Guess I was on edge.” “If I’d been watching where I was

going, you wouldn’t have run into me.” He winked. “Oh, that was all me. I walked into you.” Shrugging, she laughed softly. “Sorry.” “No harm, no foul. Now, let me get the door for you.” He dipped his head and scooted past her, opening the door and ushering her in with a flourish of one hand. Blaze slipped inside and ran through the house. Trent chuckled. “He’s excited to see his friend.” He winked. Smiling, she entered and Mila met her, bouncing tiny Valor gently in both arms. “There you are. And I see Trent and Blaze followed.” Mila’s brow

arched over Ella’s shoulder. Trent responded. “A pleasant coincidence. You did say five o’clock. We’re on time and since we were coming from the same direction…” His words trailed off. Mila nodded in amusement. “Kyle’s out back. He could use a hand.” Trent took the cases of pop to the counter and slipped outside while Mila shut the door. Ella watched Trent leave. He had a nice firm ass hugged in all the right places by faded denim. Mila sighed. “Like I said, window shopping never hurt.” Giggling, Ella nodded. “You have a point. The man is a work of art.”

“Don’t tell Kyle, but I can’t help admiring him either.” Winking, Mila walked to the kitchen. Ella followed, leaving the cake dish on the counter. Ella looked out the window. Trent was talking to Kyle, who she recognized from pictures. “Oh, I see what you like about Kyle. No wonder you have two beautiful children.” “Thank you.” Mila nudged Ella. “Remember, Trent has a heart of gold, but he has a reputation for getting around.” “Not looking to hook up with anyone,” Ella pointed out, mostly to remind herself. A single brow arched and Mila smirked. “I saw the way you were

watching him.” Ella shrugged as she joined Mila at the counter. She made a conscious effort not to look out the window and prove Mila right. “Seeing an attractive man is not enough to drop my panties. I’m used to being around masculine perfection twenty-four/seven, remember?” Mila took a serious tone. “I never said you were ready, or you should be. But you told me last night you’re planning to stay here. Don’t write him off just yet. Get to know him before you decide.” And there lay the problem. “What about when he starts asking normal questions like what I did for a living?” Ella shook her head. “Or where I came

from? My history? I can’t tell him anything without everything getting out.” “If you trust him, you can.” “Yeah, but that’s a long way off. Right now, I’m all about finding myself again. I don’t want to be the person everyone expects me to be.” Mila hugged Ella and whispered. “I never saw you as anyone but you. Everyone else will too.” **** Kyle glanced up from the grill and nodded at Trent. “Hey, you’re right on time. Blaze is already running around with the girls.” “Where’s Cadence and Gavin?” Trent asked.

“They’re on the way. Jenny spent the night so they could go out last night.” Trent nodded. “How’s Blaze holding up? Does he know where his grandparents are?” “Yeah. He didn’t want to go. Says his mom makes him too sad.” Kyle’s brow pinched. “Sad?” “When sober, Tina thinks about Randy. Piece of… trash.” He looked around to make sure the kids weren’t around. “Punk was never worth her time. He dragged her down with him, and she never completely crawled out of that hole. But she says she’s finally letting him go. I hope it’s the truth.” “That’s grim.” “Only good thing he ever did was

create that little boy.” Trent lifted his head to find Blaze chasing Cherish and Jenny around the yard. Their laughter filled the area. Kyle groaned. “If I didn’t like Blaze so much, I’d warn him about the way he flirts with my baby girl.” Trent laughed out loud. “They’re seven. How much trouble can they really get into?” “She’s my princess,” he answered with a narrowed gaze. “They still think kissing is gross. We can worry about that if the crush lasts longer than a year.” “We’ll see.” Kyle glanced inside and smiled. “So, you walked over with Ella?”

Trent shrugged. “She lives across the street from me. I’m not chasing. We happened to walk out the door at the same time. That’s all. Nothing more. Besides, I’m not hitting on a woman with Blaze in tow. What kind of example would that set?” Maybe he was doing some mild flirting, but he wasn’t pursuing her… yet. He couldn’t help it if he was intrigued and wanted to get to know her, but no one said he couldn’t be her friend. A snort escaped Kyle. “When has that boy ever stopped you from flirting?” Smirking, Trent stole a peek inside to find Ella and Mila coming through the back door. Blue-green eyes locked on his as the corners of her mouth turned up.

She glanced away when a blush colored her cheeks. Mila introduced Ella to Kyle. Trent didn’t catch a word because he was too busy staring. Soft denim hugged her shapely legs, and a t-shirt draped her curves in the most tantalizing way. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to get his mind off the fantasies traipsing through his head. When he opened them, he found Ella’s head cocked to the side. “What’s that look for?” she asked in a shy voice. “Swear to God, there is something familiar about you, Ella.” He shook his head. “Can’t put my finger on why, but I must have seen you somewhere.” Mila laughed nervously as Ella

stood there, her gaze falling to the ground. The sweet tone Mila used didn’t match the warning glare she shot him. “She’s never been here in her life. Not sure how you could have run into her when you rarely venture out of town.” Trent shrugged sheepishly. “Is it so bad I find Ella familiar?” Mila shot him another glare. Kyle cleared his throat. “Ella, would you prefer steak, burgers or bratwurst? There are hot dogs even.” “Steak, please. Medium rare,” Ella answered, a hopeful smile lifting the corners of her full mouth. Trent strangled back a groan. He was trying hard not to be an ass and

failing if Mila’s silent warning was any indication. Ella’s brow arched at Mila, then she laughed as amusement danced through her eyes. “He’s not hurting anyone. Everyone has a doppelganger.” Trent nodded. “That must be it. Sorry, Ella, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.” “Nah, I’m flattered.” Their eyes locked and the air seemed to sizzle. Cadence and Gavin came around the side of the house, shattering the moment… or saving it. Cadence lit up. “Hey, I’m Cadence.” She stopped in front of Ella with a grin and nodded to her husband. “This is Gavin. And if you haven’t met

her, the little blond running around is our Jenny.” “A pleasure,” Ella replied. “I’m Ella.” Gavin nodded to her. “Welcome to the neighborhood. If you need anything, let one of us know. We’re always happy to help.” “Thanks. I’ll remember that. Now, I know the guys are all firemen, but what do you do, Cadence?” “Interior design. If you’re looking to decorate, I’m your gal.” “Just homes? Or businesses as well?” “Both. Why?” “I’m opening a boutique, but I haven’t come up with a name yet.”

“As in clothing?” Ella nodded. “And accessories.” “Ah, I’ll help,” Mila promised. Ella grinned at Mila and Trent’s heart damn near stopped. What he wouldn’t give to have that smile swing his way. “I know you will,” Ella admitted. Trent tried to ignore the building curiosity. Shit, I need to get her out of my head before Kyle strangles me for Mila. **** Ella set her empty cup down and glanced across the table. Trent’s baby blue eyes connected with hers and a tingle ran through her body. He didn’t

say a word. Honestly, he didn’t need to as his eyes held her attention. Trent’s focus dropped to the fork gripped tightly in his hand. She had to wonder what Mila had told him because he seemed to be holding his tongue while catching a quick glance at her every so often. If her world weren’t such a mess, she would be all for exploring the attraction between them. Too many lies made any relationship, more than casual friends, dangerous. Not only to her. She wasn’t sure how far the asshole who took her was willing to go. And when she thought about it that way, she considered packing up her belongings and disappearing

again where no one knew her. Though, by some miracle, the media hadn’t uncovered her birth name. And so far, they hadn’t found her changed name either. Seemed like she’d been keeping secrets since she hopped on a bus to LA the day after graduation. “So, what do you do for a living, Ella?” Cadence asked. “Oh, this and that. I’m a bit of a free spirit.” Mila nodded. “Yeah. Ella was always the most spontaneous person I knew in school. She called a couple weeks ago to tell me she wanted to move out here.” “It was a split-second decision. I wanted a fresh start.”

“Bad relationship?” Trent asked casually. Ella snorted. “No. Was too busy to date too much.” His head tipped to the side. “Where did you move from?” “Hours away.” Trent frowned and Mila pegged him with a glare. Cadence changed the subject. “I say we have some of that gorgeous cake now. I could use some chocolate.” Trent hopped up. “Let me.” Mila leaned over to whisper in her ear. “You okay?” “Fine, drop it,” she said quietly. Sitting back, Mila nodded. Ella didn’t buy it for a second. Her

friend wouldn’t let it go that easily. However, Trent came back with the cake and all his prying questions had evaporated as he sliced the chocolate goodness and passed dessert to each of them. Casual conversation continued. Ella learned a few mundane, but refreshing, details about Lakeridge and the surrounding areas. Completely out of her element, Ella’s mind wandered to reasons to go home. As much as they pulled her into their circle of friends, she needed some time alone. Ella covered her yawn as the sun dipped below the horizon. Standing, she stretched and Trent’s gaze settled on her.

Instead of nervous energy, she found herself craving his attention. Not that she planned to admit it anytime soon. Especially after Mila’s reminder that she had secrets. She didn’t want to be involved with someone who didn’t know her story. Until she got to know him, she didn’t want her past to cloud his judgment. It didn’t help that she had answered all their questions with obviously vague answers. Guilt threaded through her, ridiculous as that seemed. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation, yet she wanted to offer one. She needed to escape so she could figure out what she was doing there. Nodding to the fence between their

houses, Ella grabbed the travel dish. “I’m going to head home. Thank you for the wonderful evening. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you all soon.” Mila stood and hugged her tight. She whispered in her ear, “Everything okay?” Leaning back, Ella smiled. “Very. Thank you for welcoming me into the group. Maybe next time I’ll do more than a ribbon cake.” “I vote for more cake,” Trent said with a grin. Blaze nodded beside him. Mila laughed. “Seems your cake has fans.” Ella backed toward the gate. “Ribbon cake, and maybe something else

to go with it.” Trent’s eyes sparkled as he watched her leave. Blaze ran up to her and hugged her legs. “Good to meet you, Ella.” She ruffled his hair with a smile. “You too, Blaze. You know, your name is fitting. You light everyone up with that smile of yours.” Blushing, he backed up. “Remember what I told you.” He tipped his head toward Cherish. Ella had to laugh. “I remember.” She walked to the gate and Trent rushed past her to open it. “Thanks,” she murmured, wondering if he was only being polite or if he had other motives.

“Good night, Ella.” He stared into her eyes, keeping his hands to himself. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” And she felt like shit again. There were too many things she felt the need to hide. “Thanks. Good night, Trent.” She slipped past him and smiled over her shoulder. He brought his eyes up from her ass with a wicked smirk. “Can’t help myself, but I’m just looking.” She giggled. “I don’t mind.” She hurried across her yard and stepped inside. After resetting the alarm, Ella climbed the stairs to take a nice hot bath. Maybe she could relax and forget about her concerns. It had been far too long

since she’d had a restful night’s sleep.

Chapter 7 Trent turned back to the group once Ella was safely inside. He couldn’t help wanting to go over there and make sure her house was secured. Unsure what had come over him, he shook his head. I’m not a damned cop. Ella was a strange combination of sassy, confident, and altogether too nervous. She had a bright, bubbly personality until anyone got too close to her personal life. Then she clammed up tight, hardly saying a word, not bothering to meet anyone’s gaze. Mila stuck right next to her, playing safety. Trent wandered back to the table while his thoughts were still entangled in

the mystery of who exactly Ella Cross was. Mila had watched him cautiously, studying his every move the whole night. Now she looked torn. “Please don’t push Ella. She’s been through hell no one should have to. Let her come to you if she decides she’s interested. Okay?” Trent nodded, trying to squelch his curiosity. “Yes, ma’am. Though I was only looking, not touching, and hardly flirting. I could have been so much worse.” Her brow arched. “Oh, I’ve seen you chase mercilessly, then lose interest after a few weeks. I don’t want to see her hurt.” “Can you name one woman I hurt

when I broke things off?” he asked honestly. “You pissed off Rene.” Trent sighed heavily and slid his hands into his pockets. “She doesn’t count. I flat out turned her down.” She sighed and shook her head. “First time I met you, she was in your lap, hanging all over you.” He held his hands up in surrender with an amused laugh. “I didn’t sleep with her. Kyle told me about that whole mess at an earlier barbecue, so I thought letting her hang on me was better than her starting a scene.” Her brow arched, clearly not believing him. Gavin nodded. “I got to hear all

about how Trent denied her. My sister would have turned the whole night into a dramafest if Trent had turned her completely down before leaving.” Mila frowned. “All right. Just wait until Ella is ready at least.” The kids ran over, joining the adults at the table. Cherish bubbled up, “Mommy, Daddy, can I go to Jenny’s tonight?” Mila looked to Kyle, and he nodded. Then she looked to Cadence. Cadence grinned. “Sure, punkin, if your parents say it’s okay.” “Please, please, please,” Jenny and Cherish begged. “Yeah, that’s okay, sweetheart,” Mila answered. “Go pack.”

Blaze smiled at Jenny. “Good night, Jenny.” Then he turned to Cherish and his face brightened even more. “Good night, Cherish.” “Night, Blaze,” Cherish answered in her sweetest voice. Trent shook his head with a laugh. “Well, I better get you home, Blaze.” He patted his nephew on the back. “Nana and Pop are picking you up in the morning.” Blaze turned to Mila and Kyle. “Thank you for having me over.” Kyle melted. “Anytime, Blaze. You’re always welcome here.” He took Trent’s hand and pulled him around the house. Trent waved over his shoulder with

a laugh. “See ya later.” On the street, Trent turned to Blaze and gave him a crooked smile. “You’re lucky Kyle likes you.” Blaze blushed. “I did like Ella said. I’m Cherish’s friend.” Trent nodded. “Remember that.” The boy’s gaze wandered to Ella’s house. His followed. He could see the light on upstairs in the bedroom, and scooped Blaze up into his arms before Trent gave into temptation to attempt a peek at Ella. Squealing with excitement, Blaze squeaked out, “Can we watch the newest Midnight Daughter movie?” Trent grinned. It didn’t matter what Raven Star was in, he wanted to see it.

The woman could act, and she was hot, and man, he loved to watch her. He could admit to a slight obsession with the movie star, but it wasn’t as if she’d ever go for a fireman in a small town. “Promise not to tell Nana and Pop?” Trent asked with a grin. “I swear!” “Then it’s movie night.” He scooped Blaze over his shoulder and checked the street before running across and up the steps. At the door, he set Blaze down. “You get the movie going, and I’ll get everything else.” Blaze nodded in typical sevenyear-old enthusiasm. Once inside, Trent pointed at the

closet. “Grab a couple blankets and pillows. I have a feeling we’re camping out on the couch.” “Yay,” Blaze kicked off his shoes and charged upstairs, no doubt to change into comfy clothes. Laughing, Trent made root beer floats and popcorn that he placed on the coffee table before joining Blaze upstairs. The boy was already in pajamas, brushing his teeth. Around the toothbrush, he mumbled, “I av it eady.” Trent laughed. “Good man. Let me change, and I’ll be down in a minute.” He pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt before heading downstairs and stretching his legs out on the long

side of the couch. Blaze hit play and grabbed the floats, handing Trent one. “Thank you. You’re the best.” He grinned over at Blaze. “Anything for my best bud.” Ten minutes into the movie, Blaze bounced off the couch, hitting the pause button for a close-up of Raven Star. “Look who it is!” He pointed at the screen. Trent was looking, all right. A gorgeous brunette super-spy. “You got a crush too?” “Huh? No.” Blaze shook his head and pointed again. “Look at her.” “Okay.” He stared extra hard at the TV. “I’m looking.”

“That’s Ella, from across the street.” Trent laughed out loud. He couldn’t imagine the skittish woman being a world-famous actress. “Those are Ella’s,” Blaze pointed at her stunning eyes, brought out by shadowy makeup. “Um, kid, we may need to have your vision checked. She may look a little like Ella, but that woman has black hair, no glasses in sight, and she’s probably working on her next movie.” Blaze shook his head, pointing again. “It’s her.” “Why would a big famous actress want to come hang out with us in this little town?”

“Mila grew up with her.” He snorted. “Her name is Ella. Not Raven.” Blaze trudged back to the couch and flopped down. “That’s her face. Exactly.” “Like Ella said, we all have doppelgangers, kiddo. Look, Ella is a bit on the pale side with freckles splashed across her cheeks. Raven is a bit darker. It’s not her.” “If you say so. I still think she’s Raven Star.” Trent laughed. “You want to watch the movie now?” “Yeah.” Blaze pouted Trent sat back, and pressed play, reaching over to ruffle Blaze’s hair. “It’s

not her.” “It is,” Blaze answered. Rolling his eyes, Trent dragged the popcorn between them and stretched out to enjoy the movie.

Chapter 8 Trent waved as his parents drove away with Blaze. That boy meant the world to him. He couldn’t understand how his sister could be so selfish and put herself first every damned time. Almost four months since Tina went to rehab, and she was still there while her boy suffered. Thinking about Tina never got Trent anywhere. He needed a distraction and he’d noticed the perfect one walking out her door when his parents came to pick up Blaze. Dressed in workout gear, she must have been headed out for a run. Trent hurried to catch up with the mysterious beauty. At least, he knew

why she looked familiar. He’d spent plenty of time watching Raven Star in the movies. She did have some resemblance… and those same unusual blue-green eyes. Ella had already set a brisk pace. It took considerable effort to catch her. Trent couldn’t help wondering if she was trying to avoid him, or running from something in her past. Sometimes pushing himself to physical exhaustion was the only way to clear his mind. Damn, he was curious about her motivation. Instead of asking, he planned to play by Mila’s rules and take Ella’s hint about being friends. She tensed as he neared, then picked up her pace before he could catch

up. “Hey, Ella. It’s me, Trent,” he called out, hoping she wasn’t wearing earbuds. She slowed and glanced back. “Sorry. Paranoid, I guess.” “Didn’t mean to scare you.” Finally, he caught up and offered her a warm smile. “Mind if I join you?” A smirk pulled one side of her lips. “Can you keep up?” “That a challenge?” Nodding, Ella kicked it up a gear. He managed to match her speed, but he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep up the pace. “What, are you a marathon runner?” he teased.

Ella glanced over with a smirk. “I’ve placed in a few.” His mouth dropped open, but he pushed himself harder to keep up. “Impressive. And here I was kidding.” “You know your way around, right?” Her tone had taken on a flirty tone. He nodded, curious where she was going. “Then show me around.” “You got it.” For an hour, he toured her through town. She never slowed, faltered, or stumbled. Shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but running had never been a favorite pastime. With her, he honestly enjoyed the exertion. He led her back to

their street and slowed the last few blocks. Ella stayed with him. She smiled over at him. “Hungry?” “Famished.” “Tell me where, and I’ll take you to breakfast. Then maybe you can show me where the gym is. If you aren’t busy this morning.” “Let me take you to breakfast, and it’s a deal.” Her brow arched. “Deal. I need a quick shower first.” “Shower?” he teased. “How long we talking? I said I was starving.” Admittedly, he worried she’d take forever like most women he knew. Laughing, she backed toward the

door. “Ten minutes. Better be outside or I’ll grab Mila and go without you.” He held back a snort. Ten minutes to be showered and out the door? Only time he managed that was at the firehouse when the bell went off midshower. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll be out first.” Laughing, she shook her head. “We’ll see about that.” Then she disappeared. He wasted no time rushing inside and stripping as he ran up the stairs and into the shower. Just in case, she was really ready in ten, he didn’t want to look like an ass for doubting her. With a couple minutes to spare, he shut off the water and toweled off in time for his phone to ring.

He hit speaker and headed into the bedroom to grab the first clothes he could find. “What’s up?” “Be careful with Ella,” Mila said softly. Trent couldn’t help laughing. “I ran with her. We’re going to breakfast. Then she wants me to take her to the gym. All things I would do with the guys. I’m not hitting on her.” “You want to, though.” He sucked in a breath and let it out. “Fine, yes. You have my word. Unless she invites it, I’m not going there. But how the hell do you know we went running?” “I was outside with Cherish,” she answered sheepishly.

“For the record, I’m getting to know her without asking questions she’s not ready to answer. I already learned she runs marathons.” Now she sounded amused, “Yeah, she has. And won.” His brows shot up. “She said she placed, not won.” “She won at least three of them.” “Holy shit. No wonder I nearly killed myself trying to find her limits.” Mila laughed this time. “Sorry, I’m just worried about how she’s adjusting to a new place. Kyle said you’re worried about her. Which gains you a few points.” He sighed. “What the hell did I do to make you doubt me this damned

much?” She sighed. “You haven’t. Which is why I’m lifting my leave Ella alone policy. As long as you take things at her pace.” “Please, Mila, stop worrying so much. I’m not an asshole, I just want to get to know her. Okay?” “Sorry.” Shaking his head, he asked, “Can I get dressed now? She challenged me to a ten-minute shower and I don’t want to look like an ass when I don’t meet her outside.” Mila’s tone lightened. “For the record, I think you’ll be good for her… when she’s ready.” “I’m not taking anything anywhere

right now. Believe it or not, I want to be her friend first. Especially since I know something happened in her past to make her skittish. I want to ease that fear, not make it worse.” “Go on then. She won’t take ten minutes. Not to go for breakfast.” **** Showered and dressed, Ella headed across the street with two minutes to spare. She settled against the rail and waited patiently. Ringing the bell was tempting, but she was early. A moment later, Trent came through the door and smiled. “I wasn’t sure you’d be that fast. Most women—” She held up a finger, shaking her

head with a smirk. “Don’t start that most-women-bullshit with me. I’m just me, and I needed to rinse off so I didn’t stink.” He grinned. “You’re right, and I should know better than to assume. Not all women are alike. I’m sorry.” “No need for apologies.” “All right.” Her eyes sparkled, her mouth quirking in a sexy smile. “So where are we going?” “A great little diner that happens to be down the road. You mind walking?” “Not at all.” He locked the door and headed for the street with her beside him. “How long before you open your shop?”

She shrugged. “Depends on how fast I can get everything organized. This is a new venture, so I’m not rushing. I want to do it right.” “So, you just decide you’re going to do something, and you do it, don’t you?” She grinned. “Pretty much. Life got too hectic where I was, so I decided to start a simpler one here.” “I hope you find that. I like your company.” Her stomach fluttered, but she had to ask one important question. “I have a philosophical question.” Her hands trembled as she waited for his nod. “How much do you think the past shapes a person?” One corner of Trent’s mouth lifted.

“Some events can affect people more than others. However, everyone has the ability to change, if they can find the strength.” Sadness clouded his pale blue eyes as he looked away. He was silent so long, she nudged him. “Hey, where’d you go?” Ella asked. “Sorry. Just thinking about my sister.” “Sorry. Mila said she’s in rehab. I can’t imagine it’s easy for her to leave her boy behind.” He let out a bitter laugh. “In the beginning, I sympathized with her about that. But this isn’t the first, and won’t likely be the last time.” Pushing his fingers through his hair, he shrugged. “I

don’t know what to expect from her anymore.” Ella’s head tipped to the side. “But you believe people can change?” “Yeah. My sister’s not the best example.” Trent opened the door. He smiled as Ella walked by, and he followed her in. “My dad struggled with alcoholism when I was in high school. He realized how badly he hurt our family and changed.” “Then there’s still hope.” “Always hope. Took him some years. He got there. I’m hoping Tina does too before she winds up getting herself killed… or loses her son’s faith in her.” She couldn’t find any hope in his eyes.

Ella looked away. “I feel like a jerk asking about stuff like that when I don’t want to talk about my own past.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Ask. I’ll tell you if I don’t want to answer.” “Why is your sister in rehab?” A middle-aged woman came over to their booth with a pair of menus. “Who’s your friend, Trent?” “Ella Cross, meet Verna. She makes the best cobblers around.” “Cobbler?” Ella perked up. She didn’t eat sweets often, but she missed her grandmother’s delightful peach or berry ones. “You’re going to eat breakfast first, aren’t you?” Trent asked. “Oh, yeah. I’m starved. I’ll order

the dessert after a real meal.” She looked down at her menu. Verna cleared her throat. “Something to drink while you look?” “Coffee, please. Some water too,” Ella asked, raising her head with a smile. “Be right back.” Verna winked at Trent before ducking behind the counter. Trent nodded at the menu. “Go ahead, find what you want. I’ll tell you the rest while we wait for our food.” “If it’s hard, you don’t have to.” Trent licked his lips, glancing down at the table as he shifted in his seat. A second later, it dawned on her what she’d implied. Heat infused her cheeks as he slowly met her gaze with a sexy

smirk. God, he’s temptation incarnate. Ella quickly redirected, “What are you having?” “Country fried steak and eggs.” His mouth tipped in a sexy smirk. “You?” Her smile quirked. “Eggs Benedict. Haven’t had it in forever.” Guilt trickled through her. “My grandmother used to make it for me. Fresh, homemade Hollandaise sauce. It was the best.” “Did you lose her?” “A few years ago. Heart attack.” Ella looked down at her hands that were folded on the table. “I miss her.” “Sorry. That has to be difficult.” “It was. Work kept me away from my family. I didn’t get to see her very

often.” Ella looked out the window and let out a breath. He couldn’t resist reaching over to take her hand. “I’m sorry.” “Not your fault.” Blinking, she turned toward him again with a sad smile. “Sorry.” Verna chose that moment to come back to the table. He took his hand away when Verna cleared her throat before asking Ella for her order. **** Once they were alone, Trent took a breath and shifted the focus to him, hoping to relieve the guilt she obviously felt. “I was on duty the day my sister’s house burned down. We got there and

neither Tina nor Blaze was outside. I rushed in and found the little guy trying to pull his mom to the door while the fire raged around them.” Her gaze intensified. “But you got them out, right?” “I did. She’d overdosed on meth. With Blaze there. She swears she’d been clean for months. But her dealer was there, demanding money. They think he set the house on fire. I don’t know what to believe anymore.” “And you’re mad because she endangered your nephew?” “Yeah, her own son. I don’t understand. Her little boy was in the house when this all went down. He only heard yelling and banging, then smelled

smoke and risked his life trying to save her.” This time, it was Ella who reached over to squeeze his hand but didn’t keep contact for long. “Have you talked to her? Maybe listened to what she had to say?” “I tried, but she won’t take responsibility.” Ella frowned, then asked, “How long has she been in rehab?” “Almost four months this time. Mom and Dad say she’s come a long way. She’s choosing to stay, but Blaze feels like she doesn’t love him anymore.” Trent scrubbed both hands over his short hair. “I don’t get it.” “Maybe she wants to be clean this

time, for good. Addiction is a scary thing. I’ve watched friends battle it. Sometimes they can just quit, and some have to shut themselves off from everyone to find their strength.” “That what you’re doing?” She dipped her head slowly. “Not because of addiction.” He reached out and ran his fingers over the burn scar covering her wrist. “Someone do this to you?” “Something like that.” “Someone you knew?” She turned away again. “No. But I really don’t want to think about that right now. I can’t yet.” “Hey, Ella, look at me.” She did, reluctantly. “What?” she

snapped. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer. You spoke of your grandmother, so I thought maybe the rules were changing.” He shrugged one shoulder, a sheepish smile brightened on his face. He hadn’t meant to venture into her past, but curiosity got the best of him. Sighing, she nodded. “It’s okay.” It wasn’t though. He couldn’t help worrying about who lurked in her past. Something scared her enough to make her run. “Just one thing. Are you in trouble now? Something the cops could keep an eye on?” “No. If it came down to that, then I’d talk. Right now, no one knows where I am, but Mila. My brother doesn’t even

know.” “A brother?” She rolled those beautiful eyes. “Yeah, I have a brother.” “Not close to him?” “It’s not that. He’s too wrapped up in my old world. I wanted to disappear and find myself again. Somewhere along the way, I lost who I was.” “That’s why you asked about the past?” “Yeah.” Her answer gave him hope. “Does that mean you might be interested in me?” Smiling, she looked away at the same time Verna brought their drinks to the table. “Enjoy.” She scurried away.

He could kiss the woman who’d run the diner for most of his life. Seemed she knew what everyone needed the most. Ella met his gaze again. “Yes, but I’m not ready to start anything.” “Not even a friendship?” A soft laugh escaped her lips. “That’s all you want?” “For now.” “I don’t know.” His heart sank, but he wasn’t out of the game yet. “Let me be your running partner, your gym buddy, and a friend.” He couldn’t read her expression and started to worry as the silence stretched past his normal comfort zone. “It’s a place to start. Neither of us is looking for anything serious.”

She sat back and pushed her glasses up her nose. The thick black rims accentuated her long black lashes, and the most captivating eyes he’d ever seen. Hell, they were more beautiful than Raven Star’s. Then she combed her hair behind her ear and dropped her gaze. “What’s wrong?” One corner of her mouth quirked up as she lifted her stunning eyes. “Perfect place to start.” Trent leaned forward and smiled. “Relax, Ella. I know what Mila probably told you about me. I won’t lie, I’ve been around, but I prefer to know the woman I’m getting involved with. That doesn’t happen overnight.” She laughed. “She said you’re a bit

of a man-whore.” He groaned. “Yeah, because the first time she met me, Kyle’s ex was hanging on me. I let Rene flirt with me, but I didn’t take her home, and I didn’t go back to her place. Maybe it was dumb, but I was trying to keep Rene from causing trouble, which she’s known to do.” Ella smirked. “Mila also said you had a heart of gold.” And he was back in the game. “That so?” “What?” Ella asked with a single arched brow. “Find it hard to believe she has much faith in me when she keeps hounding me to be careful not to push

you.” Laughing, Ella leaned back. “Mila’s always been protective of her friends. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. I trust her, so I trust you. Secrets or no.” Ella shifted in her seat and looked out the window again. He combed a hand through his hair. “I need to keep my mouth shut. Don’t I?” “No. I need to stop feeling guilty for protecting myself.” His brow pinched. Their conversation paused as Verna brought their meals to the table. Ella grinned, “This looks good, Verna. Thank you.” The woman dipped her head, her

expression brightening. “Tell me what you think after you eat it.” She ducked away from the table. Ella rubbed the scar on her arm, then met Trent’s stare. “So what do you all for fun out here?” Trent grinned and happily led them down a new topic that would avoid her past and keep that gorgeous smile on her face.

Chapter 9 Almost two weeks later a loud banging echoed up the stairs, into the bathroom. Ella’s heart thumped against her chest as she slid down the shower wall. She shut her eyes and tried to breathe through the panic clouding her mind. She should have been running with Trent… should have been out there already, halfway through her run. Not today. Which reminded her, she never called to cancel their meeting time. Relief settled in. He must be checking on her. She owed him an apology. Sucking in a breath, she shut off the

water and wrapped a towel around herself before rushing down the stairs. Clutching the towel tight, she took a peek out the window and confirmed her suspicion. Relief flooded in and she took a deep breath. She threw open the door before he could start another round of knocking. So much concern stared back at her. His blue eyes locked on hers as he sucked in a breath, and his shoulders dropped slightly. “You okay?” Ella shook her head. “Bad night. I’m not running. Sorry. I should have called.” “Can I step inside?” She nodded, backing up.

He followed her in and shut the door. “What’s going on?” “Nightmares. Didn’t sleep much.” She swept her hair behind her ear. He gently caught her wrist and shook his head. “You’re shaking like a leaf.” She shrugged, taking a step toward the stairs, and out of his reach. “Yeah. Need a little time and I’ll be fine.” Trent rubbed the back of his neck, watching her. “Want company?” Hope flittered through her. She nodded slightly. “If you don’t mind.” “Hungry?” “Oh, no. Food won’t help yet. I need to figure out something to do to keep my mind off everything. Running

won’t work.” “Coffee?” “I’ll make some when I come back down.” He finally looked her over. His eyes trailed over her body as a sexy smirk spread, but his gaze stopped where the towel ended high on her thighs. “Yeah, better get dressed.” His voice was rough and low. “Yeah.” She swallowed hard before climbing the stairs, mindful of keeping the towel in place. Ella had been borderline panicking until they made eye contact. She was nowhere near okay, but his presence went a long way to calming her down. Part of her wanted to lay her secrets on

the table and see where the pieces fell, the other half worried how much her other persona would affect his opinion of her. As it stood, she didn’t know what he saw in her. Was it the mystery? Was it true attraction? And when he learned the truth, would that alter how he saw her? **** Trent watched Ella climb the stairs. If she hadn’t been terrified when she threw open the door, he might have made a fool of himself. He knew something was up when she didn’t show up on his porch right at seven. He’d paced the wood planks for twenty minutes before he couldn’t stand

his imagination and came over to see what the hell was going on. Her car sat in the driveway. She hadn’t left unless she went early. But he saw a light on upstairs, and it made him paranoid. Then she opened the door and the look of terror on her face tore him apart. Yeah, he noticed her wet body barely concealed by the towel, but his first instinct was to pull her into his arms until she stopped trembling. Second was to find the asshole who terrified her so damned bad and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. This morning she looked even more familiar and he couldn’t figure out why. Didn’t matter, though. He wanted her so damned bad, and it took every ounce of

will to keep his feet firmly planted instead of following her. He could only assume someone had attacked her. She was too cautious to let anyone close enough to hurt her. Or maybe that was wishful thinking, or perhaps the experience was so bad and she’d learned a lesson. Fuck, I hate not knowing. He dropped into a chair, trying to think about anything besides tugging that towel off her damp body and exploring her curves with his mouth and hands. Trent swept his eyes through the living room and smiled. She had already started to decorate. Art hung on the walls. He knew Cadence hadn’t started working for her yet. He liked Ella’s

style. A few minutes later, Ella came back down in skinny jeans and a t-shirt that draped over her frame in the most sensual way. “I guess, if you still wanted to run, we could. I’m not as shaky now.” He stood and approached her, studying her hands. She couldn’t hide the fine tremble. “No. We could walk down to the café. Sit down, have a cup of coffee, and walk back. Maybe take the long way. Stop for breakfast if you decide you’re hungry.” Shoving her hands in her pocket, she looked down at the ground. “You won’t mind missing your run?” Shit, before she had shown up, he normally only ran on the treadmill. His

only motivation for outdoor running was her, not exercise. “Nah. I’d rather spend my time with you.” A short laugh escaped her lips as she looked away. “Even when I’m a mess?” The vulnerability in her voice tore at his heart. “Ella, you’re anything but a mess.” She snorted. “You didn’t see me this morning.” He closed the distance and looked into her eyes. “I have things that scare the hell out of me too. We all have moments where everything comes crashing down, threatening to tear us apart.” “This is worse. I’ve had panic attacks. I was on the verge of one. You

calmed me down.” Blinking, she turned to the closet and grabbed a sweater. “Thank you.” He closed his hands over her shoulders. “I’m here if you need to talk, even if it’s not about what happened. Let me help, any way I can.” “You are.” She didn’t look back. Instead, Ella covered his hands with hers. “I’m not ready to talk about what happened.” “Ella, you don’t have to share anything you don’t want to. I just want to be here for you.” “Why?” she whispered. “My first instinct is to make sure you’re okay, then beat the hell out of whoever made you afraid.”

Her shoulders shook slightly, and he turned Ella, capturing her gaze. Silent laughter lit her eyes. Trent threaded his fingers into her hair as he pressed his forehead to hers. “That’s funny?” he whispered. Her breath caught when her gaze dropped to his lips. “You aren’t anything I ever expected.” “That a good thing?” His voice had grown husky. She nodded before leaning up to press her lips to his. Rational thought flew out the window as he wrapped his other hand around her waist and backed her to the wall before pressing against her. He licked the seam of her lips, and she

opened to him, welcoming him in. A needy whimper escaped her lips. Small hands slipped under his shirt, skating up his sides, then back. Even her hands were soft. When she shifted against his straining erection, he backed away, releasing her. “Sorry, Ella.” Closing her eyes, she slid down the door and pulled her knees to her chest. “My fault.” She pulled her glasses off and set them aside before covering her face. “Told you. I’m a mess.” “Don’t do that.” “You stopped.” Crouching down, he pulled her hands away and captured those beautiful blue-green eyes full of tears. Moving his

hands to her face, he wiped away the stray tear. “Tell me what you want, Ella. I thought you only needed a friend right now.” She dropped her head back, closing her eyes again. “I don’t have a clue what I need at the moment. When you look at me the way you do, I forget why I’m holding everyone away. And the kiss, I guess I forgot why I shouldn’t.” “Yeah, you look at me that way and I forget you need slow. I don’t want to fuck this up before I get a chance. Last thing I ever want to do is make you regret anything we do. I won’t take advantage of you, or your emotions.” “Sounds like you’re interested in a lot more than friendship,” she

whispered. “Eventually.” He closed his eyes for a long moment, breathing deep. Then he looked into those beautiful blue-green orbs. “Right now, I’m more concerned with a friend I care greatly about.” “You hardly know me.” “Maybe not, but that doesn’t change the fact I want to know so much more about you. If you haven’t noticed, I have no problem waiting until you’re ready to trust me.” Ella gripped the hand still resting on her face and returned a sad smile. “I had a stalker. He ran me off the road. I hit my head in the accident, wound up with a concussion. Woke up tied to a bed.”

“Did he touch you?” Shrugging, she shook her head. “He took me to an old warehouse while I was unconscious, changed my clothes. I don’t know what happened before I woke up. The hospital did a rape test. Whatever he planned, he didn’t get that far.” Her eyes closed and she wiped her face. “But you got free.” “Yeah. The burn… I managed to untie the rope from the bed, but couldn’t reach the knots at my wrists. There were candles. I burned the rope.” He took her hand and turned her arm to press a kiss on the scar. “That’s strength and determination, Ella. You fought.”

She dipped her head. “When he came back, I hid by the door, shoved it into him when he opened it. I almost didn’t get out but hurt him bad enough to run. When he tried to drag me back down the stairs, I hit my face.” She touched her nose. “I kicked at him, slammed his head into the wall and got out. Someone had already called 911, thank God because they never found him or his body. So he’s still out there… somewhere.” Tears flowed down her face and Trent pulled her into his arms. She buried her face against his shoulder. “That’s what you were dreaming about?” “Always the same. Exactly what

happened. Sometimes it goes further, to what could have happened…” “Have you told the police here?” “No, the police back there didn’t take it seriously enough. The warehouse burned to the ground. They never found any signs of a body, but they gave up looking soon after. Local detectives had sketches floating around for a few days, but that was it. So I changed my name and now I’m here. No one knows how to reach me.” Shit, he never expected she’d gone through so much hell. “You didn’t know him?” “No. Never saw him before.” She leaned back, chewing her lip. “I’m not weak. I face every challenge that comes

my way. But he shook my confidence. I’m trying to find it again.” “I can’t imagine what you went through. But I’ll tell you something. You have more strength than anyone I know. You put yourself back together, came out here all alone, and you’re building a life.” “I’m running, Trent. I wanted to get away from what I was doing before, but not like this.” “Why?” She laughed bitterly. “That doesn’t matter.” He frowned. “Was it illegal?” Ella laughed. “Can you really imagine Mila hanging out with a mobster or a drug dealer or some criminal?”

“No. I don’t understand why you don’t want anyone to know.” “Life could get really complicated if my real identity got out.” “Why?” She shook her head, pushing him back. “I can’t, Trent. If that’s not good enough, then this won’t work. I’m sorry.” He wanted to pound the wall in frustration. Giving up wasn’t an option. Maybe his reasons were selfish, but he couldn’t walk away from Ella. Desperately grasping for patience, he tempered his anger. “You don’t have to tell me right now. I hope one day you’ll trust me.” “I don’t even trust myself.” She slid up the wall and stepped away from him.

He followed but didn’t reach for her. “That’s exactly why I didn’t continue the kiss. I want you to trust me. Doesn’t have to be today, not even tomorrow. I can be very patient when I want something.” “You should go. I’m a waste of time.” “You aren’t, Ella. You’ve been hurt and haven’t healed yet.” Instinct urged him to reach for her, pull her into his arms and kiss the doubt away, but that would only confuse the issue. “Look, you don’t have to let me all the way in. Just let me help. You said it yourself, you felt better when you saw me.” She groaned. “Why are you so damned persistent?”

“I’d do anything to see you smile again.” He shrugged, a crooked smile lifting one side of his mouth. It was so much more than that, but he didn’t want to analyze his emotions. There was a very real possibility she would push him away again. Her eyes slid shut as she let out a sigh. “Let me wash my face.” Trent dipped his head as she ducked out of the room. He heard the lock click into place. His heart sank and he thought about calling Mila to find out if she knew the whole story. He crossed that off his list real fast. Chances were she wouldn’t give him an answer anyway. And asking might just piss her off. No, he needed to talk to Kyle and

see if there was something they could do to prevent this asshole from finding her again. He picked up the glasses she left and walked to the door where she’d disappeared. **** Ella stood in the bathroom staring at the water washing down the drain. She had two options. Go out there and face the music. Or tell him to go away before she spilled everything about her past. Not that she thought he’d tell anyone who she was, but at the same time, an innocent comment could turn into so much more. If the wrong person

heard, they could call the tabloids. Oh, hell, a picture would do enough damage on the right social media sites. With her oldest friend living next door, she had to wonder what the fuck she was thinking, moving there in the first place. The gentle knock signaled her time was up. She had to tell him something but had no clue what. Trent already had big clues to her past. With that knowledge, anyone could piece the rest together. She couldn’t share more without risking too much. Hell, it was probably a miracle no one seemed to realize her true identity yet. Eventually, the secret would come out, and then she’d see who her real

friends were. To be honest, she was terrified how Trent would respond if he ever learned the full truth. “Ella, at least, talk to me.” She opened the door and melted into his icy blue eyes. Determined not to be weak, she nodded to the front door. “Let’s go.” “You’re sure?” He seemed to look into her, see all the way to her core while wiping away the doubt with the sincerity in his expression and stance. “You still don’t think I’m a lost cause?” “Definitely not. Thought I told you I want to make things better. And as long as I’m not making the anxiety worse, I’m ready.”

“You do make it better, as crazy as that seems.” “Until I kissed you, then stopped.” She sucked in a breath, wishing she hadn’t made that move though she desperately wanted to repeat it. “I kissed you, not the other way around. And you were right to stop. When we get there, I want it to be for the right reasons.” A real smile brightened his face as he took a step closer and held her hands. “What are you doing Friday night?” Instant panic rolled through her. “Not ready for a date.” He smirked. “Blaze is coming over. We’re having a movie night. Want to hang out? I’ll make dinner.” He was hard to resist without the

cute little boy thrown in. Sighing, she asked, “What are you watching?” He shrugged. “I tend to leave that up to Blaze.” Chances they’d watch one of her movies were slim to none. She’d never been asked to play in kids’ films. “Sure. Tell me when.” “Five.” “What should I bring?” “Favorite snack food.” “All right.” She pulled him toward the door. “About our trip to the café— want to stop there after breakfast? ’Cause now I’m hungry.” “Sounds like a plan.”

Chapter 10 Mila climbed onto the barstool in Ella’s kitchen. “So, you’re going to movie night at Trent’s, with Blaze? When did this happen?” “Couple days ago.” Shrugging, Ella took off her glasses and set them on the counter. “Planning to try him on for size?” Mila’s brow arched. Ella turned away, busying herself with putting the dishes away. “Don’t know.” Mila’s tone grew serious. “You like him, though?” Turning to face her friend, she held Mila’s gaze. “He’s breaking down my

barriers. I thought I was being smart, saying we could be friends while holding him at bay.” “Didn’t work, did it?” Mila leaned forward with a smirk. “I think Kyle’s giving him pointers on how to get under your skin.” “He doesn’t need much help. He’s exactly what I’d want in my perfect world.” She shrugged and looked forward with a groan. “I wanted to figure me out first. But I ran into him like ten minutes after I got here. I can’t get him out of my head.” “Do you really want him out?” she asked with a laugh. “No. Not that he’ll let me anyway. He’s right there every time I start over-

thinking. I was on the edge of a panic attack when he showed up the other day. Trent calmed me down, something I didn’t think anyone could do.” “You’ve clearly captured every ounce of his attention. Whenever I see him, he asks about you but is very careful not to pry. According to Kyle, he isn’t even flirting with the receptionist at the firehouse. Something he’d been doing for a year.” Ella shrugged. “So he’s a flirt.” “Yes, but not the man-whore I believed. And he isn’t flirting like he used to.” “Don’t tell me you’re on his side now. I need someone to remind me why he can’t know all my secrets. He makes

me forget to put up my guards. I told him about the stalker, the abduction…” “Wait, seriously?” Mila asked. “He doesn’t know who I was, or what I did. But he kissed me and I almost told him everything.” Her brow arched as concern filled her eyes. “He kissed you?” Ella dragged her fingers through her hair and twisted the ends. “Or maybe I kissed him. He took it a step further until he remembered I wasn’t ready to start anything. Then I told him about that hell, but left out the part about being Raven Star.” “If you take this much further, you’re going to have to tell him.” “Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of.

What happens if he finds out and the whole dynamic changes?” “Who says it will?” Mila challenged. “Who says it won’t? What if his only draw is the damsel in distress bullshit?” “I think it’s more. But you’ll never know until you tell him.” “Sooner or later I will. I feel like I’m lying to him and I hate it.” “You have a good reason. But I really doubt he would take that kind of knowledge public.” Ella shook her head adamantly. “Not on purpose. I’ve seen it happen. And with this creep out there, I don’t want the tabloids to find me. They still

think I’m in Europe. Sooner or later, they’ll figure out it’s my stunt double.” “Hey, they won’t. And even if they did, you can hide in my basement.” Mila winked at her. Ella raised her hands as her voice inched up a few notes. “Yeah, because being restricted to a basement brings back such great memories. And what if that asshole finds me? What if he ties you to me and hurts you or your kids?” She pushed her fingers through her hair. “I’m starting to wonder why I didn’t move far from everyone.” Mila took her hand, a sad look appearing on her face. “You can’t look at things that way. Besides, you needed a friend you could trust who wasn’t in the

spotlight. And I missed you so much.” “Missed you too.” She leaned over and bumped Mila’s shoulder. “If you were me, what would you do about Trent?” She smiled. “Well, if you feel anything for him like I felt for Kyle, I’d tell him. Resisting that kind of attraction is damn near impossible.” Ella laid her arms on the counter and rested her head. “The way he looks at me lights me up. That kiss—God, I want another taste of that man. And I know it’s a bad idea right now.” “What’s your impression of Trent?” Mila asked. “That he’s sincere. He wants to know me, the real me. And if there

weren’t a world of secrets between us, we’d be good for each other—if he can handle my real identity.” “I get you being cautious, but don’t hold him away too long. He keeps checking with Kyle to make sure you’re okay.” Warmth infused her whole body and the flush washed over her face… until the doubt rolled in. “What if he’s only interested because I’m clearly running from something? What if it’s just the mystery?” Amusement danced in Mila’s eyes. “If that were the case, he wouldn’t be patient, and he sure as hell wouldn’t invite you to movie night with his nephew.”

A laugh escaped, the tension melting away from Ella. “True.” “Give him a chance. I know what I said about him being a man-whore, but Kyle assures me he’s not. I don’t believe he’ll do you wrong.” “Hope not. I should go find some food that’s kid-friendly and snackish. Something healthy but fun and yummy.” Mila hopped up. “Let’s go to the store. Kyle won’t mind hanging with Valor a little longer. I’ll help you come up with some fun ideas.” “You’re amazing, thank you.” “Let’s go impress your man and his nephew.” “I can’t call him mine until I tell him the truth.” Ella paused, tipping her

head, rolling the word mine around her head. Was it too soon to want that? Mila smiled. “So give him a chance.” “I will.” **** Trent left his house, thinking he’d go to Ella’s and see if she wanted a coffee. A few hours earlier, they’d gone for a run, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Too late. Mila stood next to Ella as she locked her door. Other than their morning runs, she seemed to be avoiding him now. He’d begun to wonder if he’d taken things too far with that kiss, or maybe not far enough. At least, she’d

agreed to the movie night and was still coming over later. Instead of heading for Mila’s house, they walked to the car. Smiling, he jogged to meet them. “Hey, Ella. You still coming tonight?” Her eyes sparkled as she focused on his mouth. “Yeah, I’ll be there.” Biting her lip, she met his gaze. “What brings you by?” “Couldn’t resist saying hi. I’m heading over to visit Kyle and the munchkins. You were on the way.” He reached past Ella to open her car door. She blushed. “Well, hi, and thank you.” He wanted to touch her so damned bad. Instead, he nodded at Mila. “Hi,

Mila.” “See you later, Trent.” Mila ducked into the front seat of the car and shut the door. Ella turned toward Trent. He crowded her, staring into her eyes. “I’m looking forward to tonight.” He all but dared her to take another kiss. She licked her lips as if thinking about it. “Me too.” “Any more nightmares?” She glanced away. “Always have them. Every night since it happened. Not as bad, though.” “You have my number. If you ever feel like talking, or want some company, call.” Her eyes sparkled as her brow

arched. “You were with me just a few hours ago. Did I seem freaked out?” “No, but if you wake up and need to hear a friendly voice, you know how to reach me.” “You’re sweet, but I’m okay. I’ve had the nightmares for months.” “The offer still stands. Go on. I’ll let you have your girl time.” He grinned. “I get to see you tonight.” “I’m looking forward to it.” “Bye.” He reached out and squeezed her hand before backing away. Trent watched as Ella’s Jeep pulled out of the driveway, then he turned and walked to Kyle’s house. When Kyle opened the door, he was holding Valor against his shoulder.

“Hey, I didn’t expect you.” Trent shrugged. “I was going to see Ella, but she left with Mila.” He nodded. “Yeah. Mila called a few minutes ago. They’re headed to the store.” “Didn’t get anything out of Mila?” Trent asked hopefully. “Not yet. She tells me Ella’s safe here. That’s all.” “And you’re okay with that?” Kyle shrugged. “I trust her. Besides, it’s not her secret to share.” Trent’s hands clenched into fists. “Ella told me what happened. Why she’s here. She’s still hiding details about where she came from and what she did, but I can’t figure out why.”

“Is that what you’re interested in? Her story? Or her?” “Her. But her story is part of who she is.” Kyle’s brow arched. “You hurt Ella, and Mila will have your balls, you know that, right?” “Yeah. I know.” Trent rubbed his hand over his hair. “So, what’s your plan for the night?” He shrugged. “Blaze is going to be there. Figure we’ll hang out. I’ll show her I’m interested in more than her body. Maybe she’ll trust me with a few of the parts of her life she hasn’t revealed yet.” “What do you mean?” “Not my story to tell.” Trent

shrugged a shoulder. “Though, if anything comes up, and she winds up in trouble, I’ll tell you what I know. Until then, I’m going to keep an eye on her. She’s worried, which leads me to believe there is a possibility trouble will find her again.” “Anything you need, you got it.” “Thanks.” **** As soon as Ella was on the road, and away from Trent, Mila piped in, “He hasn’t pushed for answers?” She shook her head. “He’s a protector. He’s going to want to know sooner or later. He may be holding off for now. That’s not going to

last.” “Yeah, but I’m not telling him tonight. His nephew will be there. This has potential to blow up in my face.” “Give him a chance. This isn’t Hollywood. He’s a small town boy. Kyle tells me he turned down a football scholarship at a big school to stay around here. He did his college locally and then the academy, and straight into being a fireman. I don’t think it will make much difference when he learns the whole truth.” Ella sighed. “But if he’s too small town, and the media finds me, it will get crazy. At least for a while. He won’t want what my other life entails.” “You don’t know that.”

“Maybe.” Ella sighed and leaned back in the seat. “So, give me some ideas for those snacks, okay?”

Chapter 11 Once again, Ella suffered from a case of nerves. Part of her couldn’t wait to see Trent, the other was trying to work out how to tell him who she was. Fighting their growing attraction was getting more difficult all the time. She stepped onto his porch and shifted the stack of food tubs to ring the bell. The door opened and Blaze smiled up at her. “Hello, Ella.” Trent came down the stairs. Their eyes locked as he took the tubs of food. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.” “I wanted to.” She winked at Blaze. “I’m hoping they’re fun enough that the

healthy factor won’t turn you off.” “What did you bring?” Blaze asked, bouncing on his feet. “Fruit pizza and apple racecar snacks,” Ella answered. “Yum!” Blaze squealed. Trent chuckled. “Go wash up, Blaze. Then we’ll fix you a plate.” Blaze charged up the stairs. Trent took the food to the kitchen. Ella followed while quickly taking in the surroundings. Clean, masculine, and a home, not a bachelor pad. “How long have you lived here?” she asked. “A few years now.” He set the food aside and took her hand, pulling her closer. “Is it too much to admit I missed

you?” Ella shook her head as a smile spread. “I was thinking the same.” Trent stepped even nearer, staring into her eyes. “Is it too soon to kiss you?” She glanced toward the living room, wondering how long they had alone. “Blaze will be a few minutes,” Trent answered the silent question. Ella hesitated but advanced forward. He leaned down, brushing his mouth over hers, then sucked her bottom lip between his. She melted against him, savoring the heat of his body. Small feet pounded down the stairs, and Trent backed away with a sheepish

smile. “Maybe later I can have another taste.” “We’ll see,” she answered. Turning, she pulled the lids off the food containers. “Hey, Blaze. Would you like these?” He looked into the tubs and nodded. Trent grabbed a plate and handed it to his nephew. “Have at it.” Before Blaze could grab anything, Trent picked up one of the apple racecars and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm. Hurry, kiddo. I may hog them all.” “I made them for you both.” She turned to go back to the living room, but Trent caught her hand and pulled her back. “Hey, don’t you want something to

snack on?” “Nah. I ate a late lunch, and may have sampled a few too many while making them.” She winked, pulling free of his hold. Truth was she was too nervous to eat. When Ella glanced back, she caught Trent watching her. He dragged his gaze up her body with a sly grin and offered a shrug. If it weren’t for Blaze, she might have spilled her secret if only to find out if they had a future. She settled near the crook of the Lshaped couch and Trent hopped over the back with his own plate, to sit beside her. “Come here.” He leaned back, gently pulling her shoulder until she

leaned in toward him as he stretched his legs out. “Kick off your shoes and relax.” Blushing, she did and straightened her legs out beside his, crossing her ankles. A smile spread across his face as he threaded his fingers through hers. “We’re watching Super Wolf first.” “Then Trent said we could watch the newest Midnight Daughter movie,” Blaze added, mischief in his gaze. She stifled a gasp. Panic edging in. She turned to Trent and mouthed, Isn’t he a little young for that? Trent shrugged. “He’s a huge fan of Raven Star.” “So are you,” Blaze chimed in. “We

watched the third one last week.” Looking from one to the other, she shook her head. “I don’t think I can stay for both. I have stuff to do early tomorrow. Maybe a rain check?” Trent’s head tipped to the side. “You sure? We could watch it first if you prefer?” “No, that’s okay,” she answered quickly. “Watch his movie.” She hoped to God he didn’t press and switch the disks. Trent settled back. “All right, Super Wolf, it is.” She relaxed against Trent, and he pressed play. Blaze leaned over and whispered. “You’re Raven Star, aren’t you?”

Her eyes widened as she sat up, shaking her head. Escape plans and panic almost overtook her. “Why would you think that?” “You look just like her,” he answered with an innocent smile. Trent rolled his eyes, pulling her back. This time, he settled his arm across her shoulders. “Like I told him, you look a little like her, but you aren’t Raven. She’s probably filming her next blockbuster right now.” Ella closed her eyes, trying to quiet her thoughts. Clearly, he didn’t keep up with Raven Star’s life, or the fact, she had announced her retirement a few short weeks ago. “You all right? I’m sure we’re not

the first people to notice you have her eyes.” “I’m fine, and nah, not the first.” Only she didn’t deny who she was then. Blaze half-laughed. “You really do look like her, but prettier. Trent thinks so too.” She smiled over at the boy. “Thank you.” He blushed. “It’s true.” Trent leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Much prettier.” A nervous laugh escaped and he pressed his lips behind her ear. She let out a soft sigh as he pulled her closer. Relaxing against Trent, she nodded to the TV. “Thanks, now let’s watch this movie.”

**** Ella’s reaction to Blaze’s question was puzzling. Fear. For half a second, Trent couldn’t help wondering if his unassuming neighbor really was Raven Star. Then she relaxed when he admitted she was prettier. Shit, she was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever laid eyes on. The movie played on and he ignored most of it as he ran his fingers in circles on her arm. She leaned her head against his shoulder. Before he knew it, she was out like a light. Blaze looked at her. “She asleep?”

he whispered. Trent nodded, concerned. “She hasn’t been sleeping well. Let’s be quiet and let her get some good rest.” “Maybe we can watch that movie while she sleeps?” Blaze asked hopefully. “We’ll see, kiddo.” He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do about sleeping beauty who was curled against him. Blaze whispered. “I still think she’s Raven.” “You’re crazy, buddy,” he teased, then gently pulled her glasses off, hoping to make her more comfortable, and set them on the back of the couch. Halfway through the movie, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He managed

to pull it out without waking Ella. He hadn’t expected to see the number that showed on the screen. The text read, Mom’s bringing me by to pick up Blaze. Hope you don’t mind. I miss my boy. Hope flared and he tried to tamp it back down. Too many times she came back ready to start a new life. A few weeks later, she’d start hanging out with her old friends, and it never took long to slip into old patterns after that. Trent wanted to believe this time would be different, but he’d already started the mental countdown until it all fell apart again. Managing a smile, he reached over Ella to touch Blaze’s shoulder.

Blaze turned toward him. “Hmm?” “Your mom will be here in a few minutes.” His face lit up. “Really? She’s on her way?” He nodded. “Want to go home with her?” “I do. I miss her.” “Me too.” He prayed she wouldn’t break Blaze’s heart again. Blaze turned to the screen, then up the stairs. “Pause it, please. I’ll get my things.” “I should probably stop it. We can watch the rest another night. Promise.” Blaze hopped off the sofa and ran to gather his clothes and toys. Trent climbed over Ella and lifted

her to lay her down against the back of the couch before covering her with a blanket. A smile spread across his entire face as she curled against the cushions. Blaze clamored downstairs with his backpack over his shoulders. “Hey, buddy, why don’t we sit on the porch and wait.” Blaze looked over at Ella. “Yeah. She’s really tired.” Trent nodded. “I’m going to let her sleep a while.” “Come on.” Blaze grabbed his hand and pulled him outside. “We’ll be quieter out here.” He crouched down to look into Blaze’s eyes. “Do me a favor. Don’t mention Ella looking like Raven Star

again, okay? It makes her uncomfortable.” Blaze frowned. “What if she really is her?” Trent laughed. “That’s not possible. What would a big movie star be doing out here?” Blaze shrugged. “Don’t know. Ask her.” Trent dropped his head. “She’s not.” His mother’s car pulled up in the driveway and Trent spotted Tina in the passenger seat. The car hadn’t come to a full stop before she flew out of the car and ran to Blaze, sweeping him into a hug. Then she pulled Trent close with

one arm. “Thank you for taking care of him as much as you have.” “That’s what family does,” Trent answered. “You’ve gone above and beyond anything I could have expected. I can’t repay you. I just hope you’ll forgive me for being away so long.” “Forgiven. Just be his mom.” He hugged her tighter and kissed her head. “I will. And thank you, big brother.” Blinking back tears, she carried Blaze back to the car. She turned back with hope in her eyes. “See you soon.” “Bye, sis.” Blaze turned to Trent and waved. When the car was out of sight, he

went back inside to check on his new friend. Ella jerked in her sleep, a ragged cry escaping her. He hurried to the couch and sat beside her. Trent reached out and rubbed his hand softly over her back. She stilled, then rolled over curling around his waist as she settled back to sleep. He brushed his fingers through her soft caramel hair, pushing it away from her face. He smiled as she relaxed at his touch, hope blooming. Once her breathing evened out, he stood and took his phone to the kitchen. There, he called Mila, hoping she wouldn’t blow a gasket. “Everything okay?” Mila asked cautiously. He had to grin at Mila’s protective

nature. Ella was right—Mila was protective of her friends. “Yeah, but she fell asleep. Then Tina picked up Blaze, so we’re alone. She’s tired… the nightmares keep her up. She fell asleep ten minutes into the movie. Think she’d be mad if I let her sleep for a while?” Mila was silent a long moment. Then she chuckled. “Where is she sleeping?” His tone mocked offense. “The couch.” He gentled the next words. “Look, you know her best. I want to help, and I don’t know how. But if she’s sleeping peacefully, I don’t see the harm in letting her get a few hours of restful sleep before I send her home. Unless you

tell me otherwise. You don’t even have to give me your reasons.” “You’re asking my advice?” she asked, faking disbelief. “Yeah. And before you start, I’m not pushing her. I just thought it might help to let her rest. I figure I can do something quiet, and wait for her to wake up, or send her home when it starts getting late.” “Let her sleep. Just don’t let her stay all night… unless she chooses to. Give her the choice.” “Come on, Mila. I’m not that big of an ass.” “Never said you were. And hey, I’m on your side. She’ll open up sooner or later. I’m trying to help you get there.”

“Really?” She let out a sigh. “You’re a good guy. She needs that in her life. Just don’t mess it up.” “Yes, ma’am. I’m going to go. Don’t want to wake her yet.” “Good night, Trent.” Mila hung up. As quietly as he could manage, he cleaned up the kitchen and poured an iced tea, before going back to the other end of the couch, and put his feet on the coffee table. Trent opened up whatever spy novel he’d grabbed from the bookstore earlier in the week.

Chapter 12 A thump and scuffling startled Trent awake, and he jerked up to see Ella scrambling away from the couch. He dropped the book and crawled to her. “Ella, hey, I’m right here.” “No, no, no!” she whispered, not looking at him, still scooting away as he gently caught her face. She tore loose, swinging her arm into his with bruising force. Then she shot to her feet and ran for the door. She rushed outside into the pouring rain. He followed, gently capturing her arm as she came to a stop with a strangled sob. “Trent?” He turned her to face him and

looked into her eyes. “Hey, I’m right here, Ella. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He glanced at the sky. “Meant to wake you up before now.” Her big eyes blinked, but her gaze didn’t waver as her face pinched into a grimace. “I hit you. I’m sorry.” A smile pulled at his lips. “You were scared. You didn’t see me. It’s okay. No big deal.” She shook her head. “Didn’t know where I was. I thought… I thought—shit, I don’t know.” She turned and started across the street. He followed and caught her arm again. “Let me walk you home and make sure you’re okay.” She shook her head, not bothering

to look back. “No. Stay with Blaze.” He frowned, tugging her toward him. He didn’t care for the way she pushed him away. “His mother came by. She picked him up before the first movie ended.” She turned and met his gaze, sadness in her eyes. “I must have been really tired.” He nodded. “Please, let me make sure you’re home safely.” She tipped her head toward the door. “Better close your door first.” “Better get your shoes first.” Her gaze dropped. “Oh. I’m sorry.” “No more apologies.” Sighing, she walked past him and grabbed her shoes. He followed her and

slipped on a pair of flip-flops while she put her shoes on. “Want an umbrella?” Her eyes sparkled, but she shook her head. “I grew up in Seattle. I never use them.” “Then I suppose I’ll brave the rain.” He winked. Blushing, she lowered her head. “You really want to walk me across the street? You can watch from the porch.” “Thought maybe I could come in, make sure your house was safe, no one was in there. If you’re freaked out about the asshole who took you, the least I can do is check everything for you.” She lifted her eyes to him and nodded. “Thank you.”

“Hey, I want you to feel safe. Let me help.” Before she slipped past, he threaded his fingers through hers and shut the door behind them. By now, the rain came down harder. He glanced over at Ella, who stared at the downpour. Grinning and not giving her a chance to reject the idea, he swept her off her feet and ran across the street. She squealed, but then wrapped her arms around his neck. Her laughter filled the night. His chest loosened as her fear evaporated. He stepped onto her porch, under the eaves and set her on her feet. Leaning in, he whispered against her ear. “Couldn’t help myself.”

A giggle escaped as she pressed close. “I don’t mind.” Ella pulled her keys out and opened the door. He followed behind her and she turned back, her eyes raking over him. His t-shirt clung to him much like her thin one, and he licked his lips, trying to think of something to say or do to stop his wayward thoughts about stripping her down and warming her up. “You’re soaked.” Ah hell, I’m going there. “Shouldn’t that be my line?” He moved closer, his eyes roaming down her body. “You tend to have that effect on me,” she purred. “Ella.” He shook his head, stalking toward her. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Is hoping you can chase away the chill such a bad thing?” Wrapping his hands around her waist, he dipped his head to nibble at her plump lips. She threaded her fingers into his hair, urging him to deepen the kiss. His hands skated up her sides, under her shirt, grazing her silken skin. She moaned against his lips. Her phone rang, and she rocked back on her heels, her eyes slamming shut. “I’ll check the house so you can get that.” Trent went through each room quickly, until her room. The simple furniture reminded him of a spa. Clean, elegant, and relaxing. Her lilac scent

almost overtook him. He couldn’t remember ever thinking flowers smelled this good. Shaking his head, he returned back downstairs to join Ella again. **** The phone rang again as Trent hurried up the stairs. Ella went to the kitchen to answer it. “Hey.” Mila’s curiosity came across the line. “What was that about?” Wincing, Ella leaned against the counter. She glanced at the clock and flinched. Already eleven. “What was what about?” “Heard you scream. Kyle looked outside and saw Trent carrying you. Just

making sure you’re okay.” “Yeah. I didn’t make it through the first movie. Blaze went home. I woke up from a nightmare.” She looked up the stairs and smiled softly. “Trent calmed me down. Then startled me when he picked me up to carry me home.” A giggle escaped. “He managed to take your mind off your fear?” Mila prompted. “You should really tell him the truth.” “Not tonight. Soon. I need to get my head on straight first.” “You kiss him again?” “Other way around, at my invitation.” She rubbed her eyes and remembered her glasses. “Shit, my glasses are over there.”

Mila laughed. “You don’t need them.” But Trent didn’t know that. One more lie to add to the pot. He made extra noise coming downstairs and she closed her eyes. “Mila, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Thanks for checking on me.” “Tell Trent he’s safe, for now.” “What?” “He took care of you. Clearly helped you relax after the nightmare.” Mila singsonged before turning off the phone. One big hand closed over her shoulder. Heat enveloped her as he lifted her gaze to his. “Everything’s clear. You’re safe.”

A thrill ran down her spine. “My hero.” He ducked his head and looked up through his lashes. “My pleasure.” “You’re working in a few hours, right?” He nodded. “I am. But I’ll see you at Kyle’s on Sunday?” “Maybe before then?” Ella asked. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.” “Oh, yeah?” He wrapped a hand around her waist. “Not tonight?” A lump rose in her throat. She knew he could take the news in a million different ways, and she fully expected the worst. “No. I’m tired. You have to work soon. It’s not an easy

conversation.” The fingers of his other hand caressed over her cheek. “I don’t know what you’re afraid of, but there’s nothing you can say or do that will deter me… unless maybe you’re hiding an extra appendage. Even then, I’m not so sure it would stop this feeling.” “What feeling?” she whispered. He shook his head. “Like I can’t get enough of your smile, your laugh, your taste.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Your scent, those breathless sighs. The way we combust every time we connect.” “Trent…” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. Not without telling him everything, but she needed to figure

out how. He brushed his lips over hers before taking two steps back. “I’m going before I push too far.” “You aren’t. And I feel the same, which is why we should talk.” He smiled sheepishly. “Good night, Ella. Sweet dreams.” She hoped to God she dreamt of him instead of the man with the gunmetal gray eyes. “Kiss me good night?” she asked softly, following him to the door. Trent smiled as he threaded his fingers into her hair and kissed her gently before backing down the steps. “I really do need to go before I can’t walk away.” Ella almost begged him to come in

and hold her all night. She knew she couldn’t resist him, which meant she just needed to suck it up and tell him everything. “Dream of me,” she said softly. “No problem. You’re all I dream of lately.” He turned and hurried across the street and waved once more before slipping inside. With a sigh, she locked her front door and slid to the floor wearing a goofy grin. Nervous energy danced through her. Trent didn’t even hesitate to tell his nephew she wasn’t Raven Star. Was it a good sign? Or not? And what would he think when he found out she really was. He’d said she was prettier than Raven Star. Blaze said he had a crush on

her. Blushing, she made her way upstairs for a quick shower. When she finished, she went through emails from Ryan. Not a single one from her brother. She sent a vague reply to Ryan. Then she sent a message to Sam. Hey big brother, Just checking in. I know you’re busy, but I thought you’d send an email by now. Guess you’re still mad I didn’t want to stick around in Hollywood, but I needed to get away from everything and find

myself again. I’m sure you’re busy. Love you. Maybe I will visit sometime soon. Love, Your sister With tears in her eyes, she climbed into bed. Almost a month since her argument with Sam, and he hadn’t responded to her emails. There had been a time they were close, but Hollywood seemed to change him. He wasn’t the one in the spotlight or the one who was recognized every time they stepped outside. No one stopped him on the street to ask a million questions that

weren’t any of their damned business. She’d hoped he would forgive her after a little time had passed, but maybe not. Her phone dinged with a text and she pulled it off the end table. Can’t get you off my mind. A smile washed out the sadness. She didn’t want to resist the connection anymore. About to dream of you. His reply was instant. Then I won’t feel guilty dreaming of you. Sweet dreams, Ella. Then she remembered something. My glasses. I’ll drop them by tomorrow. If you aren’t up, I’ll leave them on the chair on your porch. With your dishes. Good night, Trent.

Good night. She closed her eyes and fell asleep with Trent on her mind.

Chapter 13 Dressed, and ready for work, Trent gathered up her glasses and the dishes from the snacks. He hurried across the street, hoping she would be awake and hear him on the porch. He wouldn’t wake her, but after dreaming about her all night, he wanted one taste before joining the real world for the rest of the day. He lifted his hand to ring the bell when the door opened. Ella’s face lit up as she met his gaze. Her caramel hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her eyes glittering beneath heavy bangs. After tucking the tubs under his arm, he handed her the glasses.

“Forgetting something?” “Ah, thank you.” His brow cocked. “Dream of me?” “Mmhmm, you?” “Thought I mentioned you star in every dream since I met you.” Pink flushed her cheeks as she dropped her gaze and slid her glasses on. “So, tomorrow. Lunch?” “You got it. Then the barbecue?” She nodded. He held the plastic containers between them. “Might want to put these away.” “Thanks.” She ducked inside and he followed, shutting the door behind him. He’d never been more tempted by a woman in shorts and a sports bra than he

was at that moment. When she bent over, putting the tubs in a low cabinet, he had to readjust himself before she turned back with a smirk on her lips. “What are you looking at?” “Can’t say without getting slapped.” Even her laugh was a temptation. “Checking out my ass?” “You’re the one showing off perfection.” Another laugh rolled over him. “You’re full of lines, aren’t you?” “Not a line. Besides, you forced the topic. I was going to bite my tongue and keep it to myself.” A wicked grin spread across her

lips. “Don’t do that. I like the way you taste.” He pulled her into his arms. “Is that what you want?” She wrapped her hand around his neck, rising up to nip his bottom lip. “I can’t get enough,” she whispered before closing her mouth over his. Her taste was sweet, with a hint of coffee. His hands slid down her body, grabbing her firm, round ass. Perfect fucking fit. Ella broke away, panting. “Better get to work, before you’re late.” “Unfortunately. Hey, are you busy later?” “Don’t know yet, but call me. Maybe we can talk tonight.” She stepped

back, her stare inching away. “I’m not worried about whatever you have to say.” “I am,” she admitted in a soft, almost whisper. He brushed his lips over hers and stepped back. “Don’t. I’ll see you soon.” “Bye, Trent.” **** After her run, and a shower, Ella opened her laptop and went through her emails. Nothing from her brother. Ryan had left her one that made her pause. Angel, I know you don’t want anything to do with

lights and cameras. Come to the ranch for a day. We need to talk. Your brother is in trouble. I don’t know much, but you should hear what I have to say. Give me a call. We can figure out how to meet, even if it’s not here. Your buddy, R Dread churned through her veins. Had the stalker gone after him when he couldn’t find her? Was he hurt? Had

something happened? Only one way to find out, she sucked in a breath and went to the closet. Ella dug the prepaid phone out of her luggage and dialed the number for Ryan, her old friend and co-star. He answered a few seconds later. “Hello?” “Hey, it’s me.” “Angel, we need to meet. I have news about Sam.” “Then tell me.” “Not like this. Please. Either come here or meet me somewhere. I can sneak away, drive to a remote area and meet up with you.” His concern heightened her anxiety. She didn’t have the energy to argue. “How about Martinsville?” The small

town was located between his ranch and Lakeridge. Far enough away from both where no one would likely follow either. And hours from LA. “When?” She sighed. “I can be there in two hours. I look different.” “Ah, we spent so much time together, I’d recognize you anywhere, angel.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t resist a laugh. “Don’t call me that.” “I’ll be there… in disguise too. Don’t want anyone to find out where you are.” “Thanks. Make sure no one follows you.” “I’ll do my damnedest.”

She thought about calling Trent, but he was at work and would only worry. Mila might try to go with her, and she didn’t want anything to happen to her or the kids. Ella was on her own. **** Trent looked up as Tina entered the kitchen with two picnic baskets overflowing. The firehouse had visitors often, and while Tina was doing well he could expect to see her often. This time, her smile was infectious, but he couldn’t help wondering one thing. “Where’s Blaze?” He didn’t mean for the question to be an accusation, but it sure sounded that way. Her brow creased, the smile falling

away. “At Kyle’s, having a playdate with Cherish and Jenny.” “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” He gripped the back of his neck, offering a smile. “How are you?” She placed the baskets on the table and sat down beside him. “I know you’re mad about me staying away so long—” “Wait, slow down,” Trent said. “I get it. A friend explained that sometimes you need to take extra time to find strength on your own terms.” She smiled and leaned in to whisper, “I heard about your movie star girlfriend.” She waggled her brows. Trent groaned, leaning back. “Ella is not a movie star, and she’s not my

girlfriend. At least not yet.” “Blaze told me about her suggestion to be friends.” “Yeah, she was trying to keep Kyle from strangling Blaze for crushing on his baby girl.” Tina grinned. “They make an adorable couple, though.” “Yeah, but that’s his little girl. Remember how protective Dad was when you started dating?” She sighed. “Sure, once he was sober enough, but it was too late to keep me from falling into the same trap.” His brow arched. He never truly expected her to see reason about how she’d behaved for years. For the first time in a long time, she gave him hope.

“So, what brings you by?” She shrugged. “Had trouble sleeping, so I baked goodies all night. Thought you all could use them, since you, and the other guys on duty saved my life. Especially you. I made your favorite. Snickerdoodles with Hershey’s Kisses smooshed in.” He grinned. “I appreciate that, but you didn’t need to.” “Yeah, well drinking helped me sleep, and since I’m not doing that anymore, I needed to do something to keep me busy once Blaze drifted off.” Lifting one shoulder in a shrug, she met and held his gaze. “I know I fucked up, but like I told the police, I had been clean when Wade showed up. Two

months, without touching anything. He forced me to take the drugs.” “They finally convicted him for that and more. He won’t be coming back.” “Thank God. I don’t think I could handle another stint in rehab.” “But you were gone so long.” He shook his head. “I can’t understand why you stayed away from Blaze all that time.” Tina sighed. “They hadn’t nailed Wade yet. I was terrified he would come back and kill us this time. I told Blaze to hide.” Her eyes became glassy as she blinked rapidly, then wiped at her face. Trent pulled her into a hug. “Hey, I get it.” At least enough to forgive her for taking such a long timeout from being a

mother. When he looked at it from her point of view, it started to make sense. “I’m sorry I was such an ass.” Tina smiled. “You were worried about Blaze. I don’t blame you.” “We’ll get through this. I’m still here if you need me for anything.” Her brow arched, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “You sure you have time for me with a new girl in your life?” He sighed. “Of course. And she’s not just a new girl. I want more than a roll in the sheets.” Her eyes opened wide. “It’s serious, isn’t it?” “Yeah, so don’t fuck this up for me. But I still have time for you and Blaze.

I’ll never turn my back on my family.” She pouted. “I wouldn’t. And you’re always there. Even when I don’t deserve it.” Squeezing her hand, he grinned. “You’re my little sister. Of course, I am. So, what else are you doing until the playdate ends?” “Hanging out with you unless you all get called out on an emergency.” The doors opened and he didn’t bother to turn to see who came in. The grin on her face said it all. She’d had a crush on Gavin since the fifth grade. “Hey, Tina,” Gavin drawled. “Good to see you out and about.” Her cheeks flamed pink as she ducked her gaze. “Thanks, Gavin. Hey,

Kyle. Both of you have very sweet girls. I’m sure Blaze is having a blast with them.” Kyle smirked. “Yeah. Mila called a bit ago to tell me all about their new adventure in the back yard. They’re pretending to be pirates.” Gavin laughed. “As long as there’s no plundering of the booty, we’re good.” Tina’s eyes popped wide. “They’re seven!” “I know, which is why neither of us is freaking out,” Kyle answered. “In a few years, I will be.” “He’s a good boy,” Tina insisted. Kyle nodded. “He is. But hormones may change that.” He dropped into a seat and lifted a lid of one of the baskets.

“What’s this?” “Goodies, for saving my life.” “Aww,” Gavin cooed. “That was all Trent. We didn’t do anything but put the fire out. Your brother carried both you and Blaze out of the house.” Tina nodded, smiling over at Trent. “Thank you.” He sighed. “Stop thanking me, Tina. I just want you both safe, and I think you will be now.” Kyle nodded to Trent. “Can you come here a minute? Need to talk to you about something.” Tina reached into the basket and pulled out macadamia nut cookies for Gavin. His sister had flirted with Gavin since they were kids though she always

denied her crush. Trent jumped up to join his friend. “Be right back.” He followed Kyle into the hall. “What’s up?” Kyle sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So, I think Blaze might have a point. Mila clams up anytime anyone mentions Raven Star. Then when Blaze showed up, he asked Mila if she knew Ella was the actress. She shut him down harsher than I’ve ever seen her do, and then ushered them outside.” “Did you ask her why?” He shook his head. “Nah. I had to get to work. Besides, if Ella really is Raven Star, it makes sense she doesn’t want anyone to know. Mila would protect her best friend’s secret until the

bitter end.” Trent shook his head. “Yeah, but I bet Raven Star is filming her next blockbuster as we speak.” Kyle shook his head. “For as much as you watch that woman on the screen, how do you not know all the shit she went through a few months back?” “What shit?” “It was all over the news. Some stalker kidnapped her, broke her face, gave her a concussion. She got out, but they never found the guy who did it. Apparently there was a big fire. Would explain that burn scar on her wrist. Raven Star officially retired, then disappeared from Hollywood. Ella doesn’t want much attention unless it

comes from you. Sounds like a celebrity who’s burnt out on the paparazzi. I’m not saying it’s a definite, but it sure does explain a few things.” The pieces fit but he couldn’t wrap his head around the possibility. He said, “Mila told us about Ella long before she showed up. She never called her Raven.” “Stage name?” Kyle shrugged. “Mila knew her since they were kids. She didn’t know her as Raven Star… but as Ella. And Mila isn’t fussy about celebrities. Never has gone for all that fangirl stuff, so why would she stop calling someone she’s known forever by anything but what she knew her as when they were kids?”

Trent raked his hands over his hair. “Maybe. Shit, maybe that’s why she’s so worried whatever she has to tell me will change what I feel.” “Will it?” He shook his head. “No. I know her. She’s nothing like I’d expect a movie star to be.” “Well, she’s not answering her phone, and Mila’s worried. Ella drove away with her hair tucked up under a baseball hat, big sunglasses, and bulky sweats like she doesn’t want anyone to recognize her.” Trent’s brow wrinkled. “The calls are going straight to voicemail like her phone is turned off.” “Okay, that’s weird, but she

admitted she had a stalker. So maybe she’s checking on her brother.” “There is an unconfirmed rumor Raven’s brother is missing. And until the other day no one knew she had a brother. Maybe the stalker knows something and leaked it to draw her out.” Cold dread flooded through Trent’s entire body. If she really was the famous woman, could this asshole be trying to get to her through her family? He pulled out his phone and called. Yep. Straight to voice mail. “Shit!” “Hey, could be nothing. She’s pretty pale, and it’s a sunny day. Maybe she’s protecting her skin,” Kyle offered with a half-hearted shrug. “What if—” Trent started, but Kyle

held up his hands. “Stop right there. We don’t know anything for sure. Just wanted you to realize she wasn’t home.” “That’s supposed to make me feel better? ’Cause it sure as fuck doesn’t.” “Well, Mila thought you should know, but she wouldn’t give me her thoughts on what Ella was doing or why.” “Great, that’s fucking perfect. Why tell me if you can’t give me any solid info? I’m going to stress out and worry the rest of my damned shift.” “Would you rather not know? Then wonder what happened when you get home and she’s nowhere to be found?” “Maybe? She might be back in

time. And if she’s not? Shit. Now I have a million questions I can’t ask because she’s not around. Can’t look for her because I don’t have a damned clue where she’d run off to. And I’m stuck here wondering what the hell is going on.” “It’s league night. So calm down. If she doesn’t come back before you’re off work, we’ll go play pool. Hopefully, you can get your mind off worrying.” Trent sneered. “I’m not drinking.” “No surprise there. You never do. Now come on. Your sister is in there, and she’s doing well for the first time in years. Encourage her.” Trent rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t have waited to tell me this shit until we

were done here.” As much as he wanted to find her, he had nothing to go on. No clue where she might have gone. “Nah, you’d wind up texting her sooner or later, then worry when she didn’t answer. Figured it was better to get you the information now, rather than later.” “Shit, yeah, I guess. Why didn’t she call?” “Maybe she’s worried about who might follow her?” “I wish she’d told me what the hell was going on and where she was headed… just in case.” “Yeah, so does Mila. Whatever the reason, don’t push her for answers. She may not feel it’s safe enough to share.”

“I want to protect her—keep her safe. I can’t do that if she’s keeping shit from me.” “Hey, you aren’t in a committed relationship. You can’t expect her to give you every last secret at the drop of a hat.” “Yeah, which is why Mila doesn’t want me to push, and I haven’t, but damn it, this is killing me. I want to understand what’s going on with her.” Tina came out of the kitchen with a smile. She threw her arms around Kyle. “I just got a text from Mila. I’m going to go hang out with her and the kids for a while. We all need to get together soon.” Trent managed a smile. “Tomorrow. Barbecue at my place.”

Turning to her brother, Tina hugged him and stepped back. “Does that mean I get to meet this mysterious woman?” He nodded hoping she would be there. Whatever Ella was hiding, she clearly didn’t trust him with it yet. That cut deep. “Go have fun, Tina. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “I can’t wait to meet Ella.” She kissed Trent’s cheek and started down the hall. “Don’t forget your snickerdoodles.”

Chapter 14 Ella pulled into the parking lot and looked around. She spotted the old truck Shannon had restored, and she grinned. Of all the people she knew in Hollywood, she only trusted Ryan. And that trust extended to his significant other, Shannon. They had their own secrets to hide. She climbed out of the rental car and walked into the diner. Ryan sat in the back corner and held his hand up in a wave as she entered. Keeping her head down, she made her way toward him and slid into the booth. “Hey, how are you doing?” He shook his head. “We have a lot

to talk about. Want to eat first? Then we can go on a drive.” “That bad?” He nodded and looked around. Ryan didn’t need to say another word. She got it. Sensitive information could give either one of them away. “I’m not hungry,” she admitted. He threw down some money and stood. “Then we won’t waste time.” She didn’t bother to mention her relief. “Let me drive?” she asked. “You sure?” “Yeah. Rented under another name.” “Smart thinking.” “Learned a few things from the movies.” Especially the Midnight

Daughter series. Moments later, they were on the road again. “What’s going on with Sam?” Ryan turned in his seat. “He’s gone. His house was ransacked. I think your stalker is looking for you. Plus, someone told the media your brother is missing.” “Shit. That’s just great. It was Sam’s idea to hide our relationship.” Fear rolled through her. She’d hoped disappearing would make her stalker lose interest. Apparently not. “We felt you should know,” Ryan explained. “You couldn’t email me that?” she blurted out, then softened her tone. “Sorry, I’m not sure driving all this way

was such a great idea if this asswipe has any chance of finding me.” “Well, thanks. I love ya too,” he snipped. She winced, guilt seeping in. “It’s not that, Ryan. You know better.” She held up her left arm, showing off the scar on her outer wrist. “And you remember what my face looked like. The concussion I had. Can you blame me if I don’t want him to find me?” He reached over to squeeze her hand with a sad smile. “No. I don’t want him to find you either. Maybe email would have been better, but there’s been someone following me when I’m out. It’s why I hiked away from the ranch and hopped in Shannon’s truck since no one

has found out we’re together. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she shook her head. “Sorry. It’s good seeing you, I’m just paranoid.” “I miss my best friend. You’ve been gone and there isn’t anyone who knows the truth and understands. I’m constantly around money-grubbing, attentionwhores.” She offered a smile. “You could go away too. Wouldn’t be too hard.” “With the way everyone is searching for you? Shit, I disappear, and everyone will start saying you and I ran away together.” “Who the hell cares what everyone thinks? I don’t give a shit about what the tabloids print. Disappear and what they

say doesn’t matter.” She shot him a smirk. “It’s true. I haven’t even looked at the news, or the gossip magazines, nothing. Mila happened to mention I was spotted abroad. Otherwise, I haven’t heard anything about Raven Star, and I want to keep it that way.” “And you didn’t know your brother disappeared,” he pointed out. “What do you want me to say?” She sighed. “He told me I was making a mistake when I left LA. He hasn’t even emailed me. No messages on that disposable cell. I didn’t want to fight, and I didn’t want to risk anyone finding me.” Rubbing her arm, she met his gaze. “When did he disappear?” “Three days ago.”

“Damn him. Why hasn’t he emailed since I left? What happened to him?” “He was coming around. Last week, he asked if I knew how to find you. I told him to email you. He said that was ridiculous, but he’d think about it. At least, he finally started to realize you needed more than a short break.” Fear edged in. “What if the stalker got to him?” “I don’t think it’s that simple. The police found receipts for tickets to several countries, all around the same time. Like he was trying to leave a trail —a false one.” She looked over. “So you don’t think he was taken?” “The police are pretty sure he had

left before someone got into his house. The alarm went off. It was set as if he was leaving, not staying.” She pulled off the side of the road and turned to Ryan. “Why didn’t you open with that?” “Was hoping you knew what happened to Sam.” She shook her head. “Nope. He hasn’t emailed, and I didn’t give him another way to contact me.” “Maybe he didn’t want you to worry.” “Yeah. Instead, he vanishes without a word.” “You practically did.” “I told everyone I was done with Hollywood. I had a long talk with him.

He knew I planned to disappear. And I’ve sent emails to him. I don’t know what to do at this point. Do I leave it alone? Do I nag at him? What do I do?” “He’ll answer eventually.” She sighed and changed the subject. “How are you and Shannon?” “Good. Sooner or later I may take your advice. We want to make it official.” “That’s amazing. It’s about time.” “Yeah. What about you? You find someone?” “Maybe.” Guilt flared once again. “In fact, I should get back before he gets off work.” Light danced in his eyes. “What does he do?”

A smile pulled at her lips. “He’s a fireman. But I haven’t told him who I am yet. I plan to tonight, but I’m terrified how he’ll react.” “If it’s real, you being Raven Star won’t make a difference. Good luck, angel.” “I may need it. There’s a spark between us. I don’t want it to fade.” “That’s all you’re going to tell me?” She nodded. “For now. Maybe once everything settles down, I’ll invite you and Shannon over. If Trent makes it through the truth, I want him to meet some of my closest friends.” He snorted. “Why can’t you believe a man will love you for you? I see the

fear in your eyes.” “Yeah, well Jackson didn’t help with my trust issues. He did a number on my heart. He only saw me as a publicity opportunity, nothing more.” She had made the mistake of dating her first costar, but learned her lesson quickly. “They aren’t all like that. Look at Shannon. My job was never an issue.” “That’s different. You two were meant for one another.” “Don’t be so pessimistic. You should get back to your fireman. See what he says. Keep me posted. And I’ll keep you informed about Sam.” “Thanks. I hope he’s all right.” “Don’t worry about that right now. Take care of yourself.”

“I will.” She drove back to the diner in silence and pulled in next to Shannon’s truck. A chill ran down her spine as Ryan climbed out. “Thanks for filling me in. Take care of Shannon.” “Will do. You stay safe.” Something inside Ella, a niggling feeling, told her she was being followed. Not by Ryan, but a black SUV. She couldn’t shake it, though whoever it was stayed a safe distance behind her. She took another freeway and the SUV followed, so she headed into the next town. Then the black vehicle closed the distances, staying on her bumper. Thankfully, it was a small enough

area that finding the town hall and the police station wasn’t difficult. She drove around a few blocks after spotting her destination, then stepped on the gas and flew past where she’d spotted a cop car a few minutes earlier. The black SUV stayed on her ass and she motioned to the vehicle behind her as she passed. The cop turned his lights on and headed onto the street. She pulled over, and the SUV kept going. So did the cop. With a breath of relief, Ella got back on the freeway and went to the nearest car rental location to trade hers in on another make, model, and color. Then she grabbed a map and plotted a way to get back home… avoiding all

freeways and interstates.

Chapter 15 “Ella’s not home,” Trent growled when Kyle answered his door. “Where the hell is she? Her phone’s still off. No text. Nothing.” “You going to calm down?” Kyle asked in a demanding voice. Trent shook his head. If that bastard had her, he needed to find her. And if she left… Trent didn’t know what to think. Either way, he needed to find her. “If Mila has any clue where Ella is, please tell me so I can go look for her.” Mila stepped outside with her arms wrapped around herself. “I don’t know where she went. Even if I did, it’s not my place to tell you.”

He didn’t miss the stressed lines on her face or the tension in her shoulders. “But you’re worried too.” Her head dropped, then she looked up at him with big, sad eyes. “Yeah, but she may be protecting us.” He stepped closer, “What do you mean?” “If she hasn’t told you, I’m not.” She spun and slipped back inside. Before he could follow, Kyle blocked the door and shoved Trent back. “I get that you’re worried, but you will not intimidate my wife.” Pacing away, Trent scrubbed a hand over his face. “Sorry.” He leaned around Kyle, raising his voice so she could hear. “Mila, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to

be an ass. I’m worried about Ella. I know you are too.” She peeked over Kyle’s shoulder. “I don’t have answers, though. Make you a deal. If I hear from her first, I’ll call. As long as you do the same.” “You got it.” “Now Kyle should take you to play pool. Get distracted. I’m staying here.” Kyle turned to her, capturing her face in his hands. “Hey, you should come too. Your aunt is coming over. Worrying isn’t going to do either of you any good.” He shot a look to Trent. Trent nodded. “Yeah, come kick my ass at pool.” Mila smiled slightly. “Sort of want to be here when she gets home.”

Trent sighed. “Let’s both leave her a message to come to the bar, how about that?” he offered, a sliver of hope in his words. Though he was worried if Ella got home and was upset, she’d drown her sorrows in a bottle instead of turning to him. Only one way to find out. And maybe if she did, she’d loosen the hold on his heart. **** Ella finally pulled into her driveway and glanced across the street. No lights were on at Trent’s. She sucked in a breath and went inside. Worry, guilt, and fear cycloned through her. A few hours, that’s all she had planned to be gone. Instead, it was

all day and well into the evening. Mila would be worried. Trent was probably pissed. She’d told him they’d talk, and she dropped off the face of the planet. And Sam—Ella had no clue what to think about her brother’s disappearance. What if he got himself into trouble trying to help her? Once she locked up and set the house alarm, she hurried upstairs, stripping as she went. With a heavy sigh, she changed into jeans and a tank top and stashed the prepaid phone. Flopping on the bed, she pressed power on her main cell phone and waited. Missed calls from both Trent and

Mila. Dozens of texts from both. And she had to wonder if Mila told her secret. On one hand, it may be easier to find out how he would react. But on the other, he might lash out worse. Now that Sam was missing, she didn’t know what to do. Tell him? Or keep the secret and hold him at arm’s length? She wasn’t sure that was even an option at this point unless he was an asshole about why she left. Maybe he would push her away himself. Only, she really didn’t want that either. Both sets of messages started out calm, just inquiring where she’d gone. Then they took on an urgent tone. Both of them. The most recent text from Trent and

Mila asked her to meet them at the bar. The last place she wanted to go after Ryan’s news and being followed. Staying home, and hidden, seemed like a better idea. She dialed Mila and waited. A ring later, she heard music and her overexcited best friend. “Ella, please tell me you’re all right.” “I’m okay. I’m not sure about Sam, though. A friend of mine had news.” Ella didn’t want to give more details over the phone. Her spy movies may have contributed to her paranoia. “Nothing happened?” Mila pleaded. Ella sighed. “I took a long way home to make sure no one followed me.”

“Was someone?” Mila’s voice rose an octave. Then Trent came on. “Are you home?” The growled demand unsettled her and turned her on. She clung to the anger. “Because you’re worried, I’m going to cut you a little slack, but if you think you have some sort of say in my comings and goings, you better think again.” His tone was hard. “Mila was worried. So I worried. No one knew where you were. And after what you told me, I had a good reason to be concerned. You don’t need my approval, but you can’t expect me not to care when you disappear without a word.”

She deflated. “I’m home. I’m fine.” “But you aren’t up to coming to us?” The edge in his voice set her off. A bitter laugh escaped. “No. But I’m fine. Have a good night.” “I can’t until I see you. I need to know you’re really all right, ’cause you sure as hell don’t sound it. I’ll be there in a few.” His tone was heated. Anger overwhelmed her. He didn’t have a damned clue who she was, and she didn’t owe him an explanation. She was sick and tired of people telling her who she was, what she wanted, and what she needed to do. Lifting her hand in front of her face, she winced. Trembling again. She knew Mila would feel better if she met them at

the bar, and maybe Trent seeing her would settle his ass down. She couldn’t handle his overbearing attitude. “No. You won’t. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She hung up before he could argue.

Chapter 16 “Fucking hell,” Trent snarled, handing the phone back to Mila. She stared at him in disbelief as she put the phone away. “I know you’re worried, but demanding answers from Ella is only going to push her away.” She grabbed her keys and turned for the door. Kyle stepped in front of her. “What’s going on?” Trent touched Mila’s arm, his shoulders slumping. “She’s coming here.” “Why didn’t you talk her out of it?” Mila demanded. His brow pinched. “She hung up on

me.” “Word of advice, if you really care, calm down,” Mila urged. “Try to get her to talk without pushing.” “Didn’t think I had. I told her I was worried. I admitted I care about her. Yeah, I screwed up, but not as bad as you think. I’ll fix it.” Mila shook her head. “She’s not okay.” She dialed a number and put the phone to her ear. Kyle rolled his eyes. “If she’s on her way, she’s probably not going to answer.” A moment later, Mila hung up and slumped into the chair. Trent calmed his tone. “What do you mean, she’s not okay?”

She shook her head. “Something scared her. That’s all I’m going to say.” He wanted to demand answers but bit his tongue. The waitress came around with his iced tea, Mila’s Diet Coke, and Kyle’s beer. He almost asked Sena to bring another tea for Ella, but he didn’t want to further overstep his bounds. Better to wait until she arrived and let her order for herself. “Sure you don’t want something stronger?” Sena asked Trent, leaning against the table next to him. “You know, I don’t,” he answered, followed with a shooing motion of one hand. “How about a taste test?” She

inched closer, pushing her chest up and out. He regretted their brief fling years ago. She liked to party too hard for his taste. “Sena, we’d never work out. And it looks like Bill needs another round.” Her lip curled in a sneer as she stormed away. Perfect timing, since Ella entered the bar, without her glasses. She shot him a glare as she walked their direction. Mila whispered, “Don’t push her.” Trent sighed, and tried to catch Ella’s hand, but she swung it away as she passed. Ella sat next to her friend, wrapping her in a hug. She whispered something in Mila’s ear. Yup, he’d fucked up, but he had

every intention of fixing it. He stepped closer, but not in their space and waited in silence while they carried on a whispered conversation too softly to hear. Kyle’s brow arched. Trent flipped him off. A minute later, Ella sat back and turned to him. “I’m fine.” Her tone was cold and empty. He didn’t want her to shut down and push him away. He shook his head. “You’re trembling. Can I do anything to help?” She sucked in a breath and dropped her gaze. “Something to drink?” He managed not to wince as he said the words though he fully expected her to ask for a shot.

He didn’t understand it because he’d never seen her drink, and this wasn’t the first time they’d been to the bar. But, like his dad, who hardly drank until being laid off, then fell into alcoholism, she could do the same of things got that bad. Ella shook her head. “Nope. I’m not staying. Only stopped by to set your mind at ease. Both of you.” She hugged Mila again and started for the door without a backward glance. Kyle nodded Ella’s direction. “Go after her, but do us all a favor and don’t be an ass.” Trent nodded. “I’ll fix this.” Mila sucked in a breath. “If she opens up, hear her out. If she doesn’t—” “I won’t push,” Trent promised. “I

need to talk to her though—make her understand how worried I was.” He hurried to catch up with Ella and lifted his hand to grab her arm, but quickly dropped it. “Hey, Ella. Talk to me, please.” She stopped but didn’t turn. “You know, I thought you were different. Maybe you aren’t.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “You told me you were taken against your will before you came here. Then you disguise yourself and disappear for an entire day without calling anyone. My mind went into overdrive, coming up with the worst possible scenarios.” “Yeah, it was stupid, but I didn’t

know what to tell anyone. Moving here was my dumb idea. Maybe I should relocate somewhere else where no one knows me.” “No. You’re safe here. I’ll protect you.” She spun around, glaring daggers. “You don’t know a damned thing about me, Trent. You may change your mind.” “That mean you’re finally ready to talk to me?” He fucking hoped so. Guessing wasn’t doing either of them a damned bit of good. “I don’t know. I thought I was, but then you act like I owe you an explanation. If I tell you anything, that’s my choice.” He moved closer, his hands out at

his side when all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and kiss her until she forgot why she was so pissed. Only, she was right. She didn’t owe him a damned thing, no matter how much he wanted her to trust him. “Please, Ella. Let me prove I want to help, not make you nervous. I thought you said I made you feel safe.” She dropped her gaze, her anger cooling. “Fine, follow me.” He shrugged. “I didn’t drive.” She let out a huff. “Then get in.” Tempting as it was to ask for the keys, he knew, at that point, she’d slap him. Last thing he wanted to do was piss her off, even more, so he kept his mouth shut.

**** Ella glanced over as she put the keys in the ignition. Tension rolled off Trent. She almost wished she’d sent a message telling him she was leaving for a few hours, but she didn’t know how long she’d be gone and didn’t want him to worry if she ran late. That simple gesture would have been the smart thing to do. But she still would have been late, and he still would have worried. “Look, before you start in on me, I didn’t disappear to freak anyone out. I didn’t know how to explain why I had to go before explaining the rest.” “Yeah, but Mila saw you leave like you were trying to disguise yourself. Our

minds raced about possible scenarios. What if he had contacted you and you were going back to meet him in order to protect someone else? What if—” He broke down every barrier by admitting he worried about her. She leaned over the console and pressed her lips against his, effectively stopping his excuses. It was exactly what she needed to hear. When she broke away, she whispered. “Sorry. I didn’t think, but if you promise not to share this with anyone, I’ll tell you everything.” He stared at her, opened his mouth, then closed it. A second later he shook his head. “Ella, I’m not asking you to tell me everything.”

“Can you promise?” “Of course, but you don’t ha—” She pressed a finger to his mouth. “Don’t. Just let me tell you when we get home.” His eyes locked on hers. “I won’t tell a soul.” With that out of the way, she drove. Neither said a word until she sat crosslegged on the couch, turning toward the vacant spot next to her. He dropped onto the seat, watching her closely. Where to start? She had so many things to tell him, and it should have been simple. Regardless, the words wouldn’t come. Tears filled her eyes while she reached for an explanation that would make sense.

He broke the silence. “I know. You’re Raven Star.” She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. His pale blue eyes held hers, watching intently. “Blaze is convinced. Then Kyle pointed out some things about what happened when Raven Star left Hollywood. How you were abducted by a stalker. That you got away. That the media gave you hell. You wanted to hide away from the assholes making assumptions about your life. I finally put the pieces together.” She nodded slowly. “And people here know?” “Just a few. Blaze thinks you are. Kyle only put it together because Mila

paid attention to your story when she normally ignores celebrity gossip. She was honestly worried about you. No one else.” Ella sat back, looking away. “So, where does that leave us?” “What do you mean? It doesn’t change anything. You’re still Ella to me. You don’t have to admit you’re also Raven Star to anybody, me included.” “I do. I am.” She let out a breath. “You don’t think any differently of me?” “No. Why should I?” “You shouldn’t, but being Raven Star has always affected my relationships. It’s why I was so terrified you’d find out and our whole dynamic would change.”

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t know what happened before, but I don’t care about any of that. I know you, the real you, and I don’t want to lose you. It’s why I was so damned worried today.” “I’m sorry. Until I told you who I was, I couldn’t tell you what I was doing. And Mila, she would have wanted to come with me. I didn’t want her in danger either. Didn’t want any of you to worry. I would have been here sooner, but someone was tracking me.” “Someone followed you?” “Started to. I got him pulled over. Well, I facilitated it, but I turned off on the shoulder and the cop followed my tail instead of me. Then I took the long

way home and switched the rental car twice before finally making it back here.” His brow arched. “Why?” She sighed. “I’ve been in a few spy movies. Had a few ideas about how to protect myself.” “I guess.” He half-laughed but moved closer as he stared into her eyes. “Why did you disappear today, without a word?” “Got an email from a friend. He had information about Sam, my brother. I went to him to find out what he knew. We met in a small town where I got the information, then I came home. Only someone shadowed me from the diner, so I drove through another town and

deliberately sped past a cop to get his attention. That’s when I decided to switch out the rentals. Did it again about halfway here.” “Using your name?” “An alias.” He nodded. “Got it. So you hide a lot?” She shook her head. “Not like this. And not until the abduction. But I wanted out of Hollywood before that asshole got his hands on me.” She dropped her eyes. “Afterward, the press hounded my every move, probing me with questions they had no right asking, assuming I did something to provoke my stalker. I could hardly stand being under the lens before the ordeal, and after, they made my life a

real hell.” “You don’t want to go back?” he asked softly. “I can’t live like that anymore. I want a normal life, out of the spotlight.” He caressed her face. “That mean you’re ready to let me in?” A snort escaped. “You aren’t intimidated that I was an actress? That if anyone finds out where I am, and tells the wrong people, so-called reporters will show up and disrupt everything?” “I’m not concerned with them. It’s the stalker I’m worried about.” “Me too,” she admitted He stared into her eyes and asked, “Who’s the friend you went to see?” The question she dreaded.

Everything hinged on how he took her answer. “Ryan King.” His mouth fell open. “Your ex?” “We’ve never been together like that.” She braced herself, ready to pull away. Amused, his head tipped to the side. “You two have gone to many award shows and red carpet events together.” “Yeah. Staged. And we’ve costarred in how many movies?” She rolled her eyes, hoping he’d realize the truth. “Besides, he’s been committed to the same person for years. But neither of them wants to go public with their relationship. So he went as my escort because I wouldn’t date co-stars after what happened with Jackson Crabtree.

“Why is that?” Trent asked. “Because he was more interested in the spotlight than me. He thrived on the extra attention, liked the cameras, loved seeing himself in the tabloids. I never did. So I dumped him.” “Okay, but you can’t deny you and Ryan have chemistry on screen.” Trent squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. “I can’t count the times I wished I could trade places with him.” She snorted. “Yeah, well, I’m glad you’re not. Regardless of what we look like on screen, he’s much closer to my big brother than a hot date.” His eyes opened and narrowed at her. “I find that hard to believe.” Standing, Ella tried to turn, but

Trent grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap, catching her face. “Let me rephrase. I trust you weren’t interested, but I can’t imagine a man in his position not being interested.” “Yeah, well it wasn’t like that with Ryan. He was my brother’s first client. We’ve been friends a long time.” “All right. I trust you. But, why did you ditch your brother?” “Sam was my agent too. He thought I just needed a break… that I’d want to go back to acting after a few weeks. Sam doesn’t understand how badly broken I am. That camera flashes scare the hell out of me now. That my privacy had been torn away and ripped to shreds. Relaxing was out of the question

because someone was always watching. I needed to get back to me, but I couldn’t do it in or near LA. The reporters wouldn’t leave me alone, and some of them were downright horrible to me.” “What happened to your brother?” Tears burned her eyes. She shook her head. “I’m not sure. Ryan is convinced he left before someone tore his house apart. He hasn’t answered any emails. I have no clue what happened to him. Ryan doesn’t know either. There’s a missing person’s report, but no one contacted me, which is my fault. No one knows where I am. Not even Ryan.” “So the police here still don’t know about the stalker?” Trent tipped her face up, capturing her gaze. “You need to tell

them, all of it.” “And that’s where you’re wrong. One person opens their mouth and mentions Raven to someone who gets excited about being near a movie star. Someone posts a picture. Next thing you know, the media is here, hounding me, or everyone around me, until they ruin my life again. Then my stalker shows up since he’ll know where I am.” “Which is why you need to tell the police. If they know to look for him, they can catch him.” “I don’t know. What if they’re the ones to say something?” “At least, think about it. Please.” She nodded, unsure if she really would.

Trent switched topics, “So you’ve only been with one co-star?” “My first co-star and that didn’t last long.” “Jackson?” Trent asked. “Yes. After his attention-grabbing antics, I walked away. It hurt too much to ever repeat that mistake.” “Did you deal with a lot of assholes in Hollywood?” She shrugged. “They aren’t all that they seem. Sure, there are some who are, but for the most part, actors and actresses are just like everyone else. Doing their jobs. Feeding their families.” He took her hand. “I can’t imagine dealing with the paparazzi.”

“They aren’t my favorite people.” He grinned. “Okay, one more question. Since you were never actually with Ryan, how the hell do sex scenes work?” Rolling her eyes, she smirked. “Awkward as hell. Thirty plus people crammed into a room while you’re pretending to get it on, and it needs to look sexy. Most of the time, especially with Ryan, we’re trying not to laugh our asses off as the director tells us what to do.” “That bad?” She nodded, dropping her gaze. “Though I don’t expect you to believe me. No one ever seems to.” “Ella, I do.” He tipped her face up.

“I’m sorry I questioned it, but from the moment I saw you, you’re all I’ve been able to think about. I have to imagine most men want you as bad as I do.” “Not Ryan. He never has. Come on, there have to be beautiful women you never wanted.” He snorted. “Yeah, a few. But they’re not exactly dating material.” A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Thought you didn’t date much.” “Not until you.” “That mean we’re dating?” “Ella, there’s no one else I want to be with. I want to try a real relationship with you.” She wasn’t sure how to respond. Try could mean so many different things.

Ella climbed out of his lap and headed to the kitchen. The bag of Hershey Kisses was stashed behind the wine she kept for visitors. Trent followed her and caught her wrist, gently turning her toward him. The pain in his eyes tore at her heart. “You aren’t ready yet, are you?” “I didn’t say that. But I want more than try. I don’t give myself to people who aren’t invested.” Ella couldn’t read his expression as he stared back at her. She turned back around, placing her hands on the counter and closed her eyes. He caged her in, threading his fingers through hers and whispering in her ear. “Ella, I’ve been invested since

you ran into me at the store. You’re different than any other woman I’ve ever met. We have a connection. No one has ever made me feel this way. I’ve never been so terrified as I was while wondering where the hell you were today. I don’t want to imagine not seeing your smile when I go for a run… or flirting with you while we’re at the gym… or the taste of your lips.” “But how long will that last?” “Only one way to find out.” “Why now?” His lips brushed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “You were still holding me at arm’s length. I didn’t want to push you to give up your secrets. I wanted you to have faith in me first.

How do I earn your trust?” “What happens if the media finds me? If he finds me? When things get crazy? And, Trent, I’m afraid they will at some point.” “Then I’ll keep you safe.” “What if you can’t?” “I will.” He pressed a kiss behind her ear and her knees turned to jelly. “Need you safe, Ella. Want you in my arms. I don’t want to let go. Please, give me a chance to prove you’re the one I’ve been waiting for.” A tear rolled down her cheek as her resistance crumbled. “Prove it,” she whispered. One of his strong hands caressed up her arm, across her shoulder, and

reached her neck to turn her face. Trent’s mouth closed over hers, taking her breath away with one kiss. His tongue was demanding as he pressed her against the counter, grinding his erection against her ass. Trent trailed fingertips down her neck and collarbone before he splayed his hand over her beating heart, his words sounding more like a growl. “You feel it too. I know you do.” “Feel what?” Lust, definitely. Intrigue, sure. She wanted to believe he meant more than that because she’d been burned before. His normally pale eyes grew stormy. “A connection. Your heart matches mine. I need more than a few

weeks or a month. I’ve never wanted to dive in so deep and find out how far we could go.” Her resistance was wearing when he ground his hard length against her, making her crave more than contact. She closed her eyes and focused on breathing, hoping for some clarity. He cupped her breast, squeezing. A needy moan escaped as she pressed her ass against his crotch, encouraging him to take more. Trent closed his lips over her neck, sucking, nipping, licking her sensitive skin. She craved more, but when she tried to turn to face him, he pushed her tighter against the counter and slid his hand down her ribs and around her side before slipping under her waistband to

cover her heat. Her panties were in the way of skin-on-skin contact. “Soaking fucking wet,” he growled against her ear as he rubbed maddening circles around her clit. “Tell me what you want—what you need.” “You, I want you,” she gasped. “What do you need?” Her words got tangled in her throat. He slipped fingers under her panties and slid through her slick heat before pressing one finger into her core. It had been so long since she’d been with someone, and she held onto the counter with a whimper. Ella nearly cried when he pulled his hand from her pants and brought it to his lips. She turned her head to watch him suck her

juices from his fingers. “Mmm, I need more.” He unzipped her pants, pushing them down her thighs, then pushed her forward until she was bent over the counter. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, what she needed, and she had no clue where he was going when he shifted away for a moment before dropping to his knees. His thumbs pulled her open as his tongue trailed between the folds. “Oh, Trent!” she cried as he closed his lips over her clit and sucked. The pleasure was so intense, she could hardly stay upright, even holding the counter for support. He flicked his tongue on the bead of nerves.

Ella didn’t recognize a single sound that escaped her lips. He worked her up and over the edge, then pushed his tongue into her and drew out the pleasure until her legs shook violently. No thought, no reasons why they shouldn’t—she needed more. “Wanted to do this right.” His voice was rough, almost torn as he stood and scooped her into his arms. He carried her back to the couch and laid her down, not bothering to right her clothes. His eyes burned with desire, his gaze caught between her thighs where he’d already thoroughly introduced himself. She vaguely considered getting rid of the rest of her clothes, but he opened his jeans and shoved them onto

the floor with the boxer-briefs. When his cock sprung to attention, she could only stare. Her mouth watered. She’d been with men, even some most women would kill for a chance with, and she hadn’t been this tongue-tied. None of them made her half this desperate for their touch. Trent bent and pulled a condom from his pocket. “Say something, Ella,” he pleaded as he stood. She shook her head, unable to find her words. Instead, she reached for the condom. He took a step back and ripped the foil. “Tell me to stop if you’re not ready.” His eyes locked onto hers,

pleading for some response as he rolled the rubber down his length. Her gaze wandered, taking in every ridge of muscle on the way to his face. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, then swallowed hard. “I want this.” He pulled her shoes off, then yanked her jeans the rest of the way to the floor, leaving her bare from the waist down. His hands wrapped around the hem of her shirt and she sat up as if he had made some silent command she was powerless to resist. He growled low in his throat. “No bra?” One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Didn’t think you were coming back here.” Earlier, she had wanted to

be mad at his demanding questions, but that was mostly to counterbalance the guilt of disappearing without a word. Stupid, yeah, definitely, but the secret was out now. He knew who she was and he accepted her. Part of her wished he’d been an ass so she could shut him out. Instead, she was ready to give him whatever he wanted, hoping she wasn’t making a huge mistake. “You scared the hell out of me. I want to bury myself so far into you, so you never disappear without a word again.” He climbed between her legs while lifting them to set the back of her thighs on the top of his. “You don’t control me,” she

squeaked, “nobody does.” He smirked. “I don’t want to make your decisions, Ella. Want to be the man you trust. The one you turn to.” Nodding, she wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him down with her. “Only if you do the same.” He stared into her eyes. “Every time.” Reaching between them, he guided himself into her. Tightening her hold on his hair, she meshed her mouth with his, dueling with his tongue as he filled her fuller than she could ever remember. “Damn, you’re tight.” A nervous laugh escaped. “That a problem?”

He shook his head slowly with a predatory grin. Then he pushed further and her breath caught. “Oh fuck.” Trent started slow, giving her time to adjust. She needed whatever he could give her so damned bad, and she dug her heels into his ass, coaxing him to move faster. He dropped his head to her breast and nipped her bud on the pleasure side of pain. Her back arched and he laved at the sensitive tip as he picked up his pace. He reached between them and pressed on her clit. A scream of his name tore loose as she came so hard sparks filled her vision, then grayed, all except Trent’s eyes which were locked on hers as he found his release.

“Don’t let go.” His lips sealed over hers. She clung tighter as he pressed her into the cushions. Trent kissed across her jaw as his hands caressed and explored. “I won’t,” she promised. “Good, because I’m not.” Trent sucked her lobe, and she thought she heard him purr.

Chapter 17 The knock on her door made her jump. “Shit, that’s probably Mila.” Trent climbed from the couch and grabbed his clothes, heading for the bathroom. She immediately missed the connection. With a sigh, she pulled her clothes on and opened the door. Mila’s mouth fell open as she stared. One of Kyle’s brows arched. “Glad you’ve calmed down, Ella. Tell Trent hi, and you have a good night. I’m going to head home. See you in a few, Mila.” Kyle turned and walked down the driveway.

Mila grabbed Ella’s arm and pulled her outside with an arched brow. “You told him?” “Everything. He didn’t react the way I expected.” “How did he react?” “He proved he cared, and that he was rightfully worried. Trent didn’t get all star struck or shut down when I told him the truth. He doesn’t look at me any differently, which is a relief.” She sucked in a breath and let it out. “Though he may have tried to fuck the memory, of every last actor I’ve worked with, out of my head.” Mila’s brow arched. “How many of them have you been with?” “Only one co-star and that was the

first one. I dated other actors, a couple of musicians, but I avoided the men I worked with after Jackson. Not that it should matter.” “Can’t say I blame you.” She shook her head. “You know your curtains are open. Anyone could have seen you like we did. Now I have to wash that memory from my mind.” “I really hadn’t thought about it until you brought it up. I’ll be more careful. But please tell me you weren’t watching.” “No, pretty sure we got here after you finished.” Mila smirked. “I just wanted to make sure you two were okay.” “Yeah. Look, can we do a lunch

date tomorrow? I’ll tell you everything then.” Mila grinned. “Sure. But now you’ve opened up to him don’t lose the connection by shutting him down.” “I won’t. He’s the first man I feel I have a real chance with. Now, I plan to go inside, and maybe close some curtains.” Smiling, Mila hugged her. “I’m glad you’re all right. And you really did worry me. Please don’t do that to us again. Especially to me.” “I won’t.” Ella went back inside. Before she took two steps, Trent pulled her into his arms. He nodded to the curtains. “I closed them. Should have thought about

that, but I needed you too damned bad to give them a single thought.” “Thanks.” “And yeah, I wanted to eradicate your memory of every man who came before me.” Ella shook her head. “Did you stand there listening to everything?” He ducked his gaze with a coy smile. “Couldn’t help it. Wanted to make sure I was forgiven.” “You are, but I think I need to work harder to make you forget every woman you’ve been with too.” “What women?” he teased. A smirk lifted her lips. “Don’t. I know I’m not the first.” “No, but you’re the only one who

matters.” “Hope so.” “Tell me I can stay the night. I don’t want you out of my sight.” She backed out of his arms. “First, why is it you want to stay? What do you think I’m hiding? Or do you think I’m going to run off again?” “Someone was following you earlier. I want to make sure you’re safe. Can only do that if I’m here with you.” “That’s the only reason?” He skated his hands under her shirt, and up her sides. “That and I wasn’t done with you yet, but I do need to run home for more condoms.” She couldn’t help smiling. “I could come back there.”

He snorted. “Don’t want me in your room, making sure your sheets smell like me?” She grinned. “Oh, we have plenty of time for that, but I wasn’t going to make you walk back over before putting my hands back on you.” “Oh, well, in that case, grab what you need.” She shrugged down at her clothes. “I wasn’t in these long. I can put them on again tomorrow.” He laughed. “Then let’s go.” Nodding at his jeans, which weren’t even fastened, and lack of a shirt, her brow arched. “Might want to grab your shirt.” He fastened his pants, stepped into

the bathroom and came back fully dressed. “So, why is it a woman as famous as you, who could have any man anywhere, wants me?” She held his hands. “You make me feel alive and free, and you don’t look at me any differently than you did before you learned the truth.” “You’re so much more down to earth than I’d expect. I know, assumptions are often wrong.” “You make me feel something real.” “I do?” He slid closer. “Besides really good when I touch you?” Blushing, her eyes lowered. “You don’t need to make me forget anyone. You blot out the entire world.” “That’s a relief.” He lifted her chin.

“You’ve been around a lot of men most women fantasize about—done scenes where other women would trade places with you in a heartbeat. And you make it look good. Shit, I trust you when you say you weren’t with them, but I want you to only think of me when we’re together.” “Were you thinking about anyone else?” He shook his head, a smirk on his lips. “No, just wanted to be the best you ever had.” “Then please stop. You don’t have to prove yourself. I’m not interested in what you think I want because all I want is you.” He brought her close and took a slow kiss. Then he asked, “Are you sure

you don’t want to bring anything?” She shook her head. “Don’t imagine we’ll need any clothes the rest of the night.” He pulled her outside with him, and she locked up before he scooped her over his shoulder. “Trent,” she squealed. “Put me down.” Trent squeezed her ass, holding her in place. “I like carrying you.” “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I was thinking about taking a ride.” “Oh, I like you sassy.” He dashed across the street and dragged her down his body until she found her feet. She caught his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Groaning, he pulled away. “Best

get inside.” He opened his door, and in they went. “Are you hungry?” Trent asked. “Famished.” “Let me fix you something, then we can have fun burning off the calories.” She grinned. “Dazzle me with your skills.” He shrugged. “You sure a star like you wants what this blue collar guy can make?” Her smile faded. “Think about the time you’ve known me. Have you ever seen me resemble a spoiled diva? Do I act like I have expensive taste?” “Sorry,” he murmured, closing the distance. “I won’t tease you about it. Besides, if you want to keep the secret,

my smartass attitude won’t help with that.” “Thank you.” He caressed her cheek and lifted her chin to focus her eyes on his. “Honestly, Ella, I don’t think of you any differently than I did before. You’re still the beautiful woman I can’t keep off my mind. However, the glasses were a good disguise. You may want to remember them next time you go out.” “I will. I was still shaken from my long trip home.” “You’re going to have to explain that a little better. I trust you, but I was already worried before you told me about being followed. The way you shied away from anything to do with

your past made me wonder what happened to you. Now that I know, you can’t expect me not to worry.” “I’ll tell you everything, as long as you promise not to overreact.” A wicked smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Will you tell me what you want me to do to you?” “That may be a bit more difficult, but I’ll try.” “Why?” he breathed, pressing his body against hers. She couldn’t think to save her life. “Why what?” “Why more difficult?” He breathed the words against her lips but pulled back when she leaned up to kiss him. A desperate moan escaped. “Can’t

think with you touching me.” His mouth closed over hers and she ran her hands up under his shirt, marveling at every ridge of muscle and smooth skin. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, but he still stepped back. “I’m cooking before you distract me completely. We’re going to need our energy.” Ella took a seat at the kitchen island as Trent opened the refrigerator. “What are you planning to cook?” “Have anything against lemon garlic chicken and vegetables?” “Mmm, sounds good. Wow me with your culinary skills.”

Chapter 18 Focusing on preparing their meal, Trent attempted to push his racing thoughts from his head. He wanted to brand himself into her memory. Didn’t matter whether she cared about who came before, he couldn’t help the insecurity edging in. She’d dated movie stars, rock stars, and models… the kind of men most women talked about all the time. And here he was, a fireman in a little town with nothing to offer. Shit, he’d gotten to know her over a few weeks. Raven Star wasn’t anything he expected. She was just Ella Cross. Beautiful, sensual, twisting his heart to knots with worry when she disappeared.

Now sitting in his kitchen after opening up and letting him in. She wanted a new life. Didn’t want anyone to think of her as an actress. He drew in a breath and relaxed. Ella wanted to be there with him, no one else. “You’re too quiet,” Ella said. “So talk to me. Tell me about the shop.” Enthusiasm brightened her smile. “I finally figured out a name. Mon Armoire.” “French?” She shrugged. “Always loved the language.” “You were amazing in la Vie De La Reine.” She blushed. “You watched my

French movie?” “Blaze wasn’t lying about my crush. I’ve watched everything you’ve been in. Never imagined I’d ever meet you.” “And you didn’t believe I was Raven Star until today.” She sighed. He shook his head. “No, and it doesn’t matter. I was already falling for you. Just one more thing I admire about you.” “It’s something I don’t want to ever do again. Not in that capacity.” Trent watched her for a moment. “Does that mean I can’t tell you how much I admire what you’ve done?” “You can, as long as it doesn’t change how you think about me.”

“It doesn’t.” Trent turned back to check dinner. When he met her gaze, he changed the topic. “What made you decide to open a boutique?” “I like fashion though I don’t always see the need to dress up. I wanted to do something that can help people feel better about themselves.” “I never thought about it like that.” Then she ripped his heart out. “I’m not like Mila, who teaches kids all day. Not like you and Kyle, who save lives. I can help people be happy with themselves. Not the same, but it doesn’t have to be.” Trent turned around and leaned across the counter to take her hands. “That’s just as good as what we do. You

don’t have to run into burning buildings or teach kids all day, to actively contribute to society.” “Maybe. But it seems like everyone I know does something important. I never did.” “You’ve inspired millions. Helped people dream big. Now you’re opening a shop for the sole purpose of bringing happiness to people. That’s just as important, so don’t cut yourself down.” She shook her head and opened her mouth like she was about to argue. “No more of that either. We need to talk about something better.” Trent turned back to the stove, then remembered something and returned to the counter. “I hear there’s a marathon in

a neighboring town. It’s in six months. Maybe we could enter.” She lit up. “You know running a marathon isn’t a simple run, right?” He nodded. “It’s going to be hard work, but it will give me a good excuse to spend some extra time with you.” “We’re going to have to do more running. When you aren’t too tired on the days you work, we’ll have to take up running at night.” Spinning around in a half-turn, he grabbed a couple plates. “You’ll have to train me. I run, but I know it’s not the same.” He glanced back with a smirk. “You can whip my ass into shape.” Her laugh danced and filled the room with excitement. He loved that

sound. “I’ll remember you said that when you start whining about being tired.” “Make you a deal. Don’t wear me out to the point I can’t make love to you, and you can run me as hard as you want.” He winked and plated their food. “Deal.” He brought dinner to the small dining table and went back for the sweet tea from the fridge. “You know, I’d planned to woo you, and take our relationship slower.” He sighed. “Between what you went through today, and worrying about you, I needed our connection.” “Oh, we connected. I’ve never felt so close to someone,” she admitted.

Before she could duck her gaze, he caught her chin and stole a kiss. He groaned. “I’m never getting enough of the way you taste.” She licked her lips. “I wanted to do more to you, but you overwhelmed me in the best way possible.” “I’m sure you will, but I loved that deer-in-headlights look you got before you screamed my name.” She looked away. “I’m sure many women have screamed your name.” “Not as many as you’re thinking, and you’ve been with your share of men.” She sighed. “Dating is hard when you’re always in the spotlight. Relationships don’t often survive the

strain. And the media likes to speculate if they see you with anyone.” “No spotlight here, and no reporters. Just you and me.” “Thank God, I’m not done with you yet.” **** Before Trent could set his fork down, Ella took the dishes to the sink. He considered caging her in and ravishing her right there, but he wanted a chance to savor her. Ella turned and found him inches away. A grin spread across her full lips. Taking a step forward, she unzipped his pants and leaned up to capture his lips. “What happened to slowing things

down?” Trent murmured as she broke away. “I never said that’s what I wanted.” Her hand wrapped around his cock, sending an electrical shock through his system. She started to go to her knees, but he scooped her up and carried her up to his room. “We did the living room, with all the curtains open. I want you in the bedroom.” A shy giggle escaped. “You make me forget everything, but you.” “Yeah, I know the feeling.” He set her down and closed the door. Before he could reach for her, she pulled her top off, displaying the most gorgeous set of breasts he’d ever seen. He took two steps and curled his hands over her ass

as he hauled her up to tease one pink tip with his tongue. Ella wrapped her legs around him, making his length even harder. Raw need pounded through him greater than anything he’d ever felt. Slow could wait, especially when her nails dug into his scalp, holding his lips to her sensitive flesh. “Trent,” she called as he laid her back on the mattress, “I need… oh… wait.” He licked the tight peak and grinned. “Hmm?” She rolled him over and pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. Then her mouth wrapped around his crown and his head fell back with a groan.

“Ella, you go there and you have to wait…” She sucked harder, mischief in her eyes as she scraped her nails over his balls. Sparks of pleasure danced through his body as he pressed his head back into the mattress, trying to catch his breath. Ella licked the slit at the top and hummed. Intense pleasure kept him from thinking straight. She pulled him deep into her hot, wet mouth. His fingers threaded into her hair as he fought the urge to guide her faster. “Please, baby, come here,” he groaned, barely holding onto control as she pushed him closer to the edge. Releasing him, she pressed a kiss

on his blunt tip before climbing off the bed to rid herself of her jeans. “So fucking gorgeous.” He lifted his hips, pushing his pants the rest of the way off, then whipping his shirt over his head, before pulling her into his lap. Ella wiggled over him, her heat coating his length as she chewed her lip, clearly considering something. “You’re clean?” He nodded. “And I’m the only one you intend to do this with anytime soon.” He wanted to promise ever again, but her hesitation made him pause. “No one else, for as long as you’ll have me.” She gulped. “I’m clean. You don’t have to unless you want to wear a

condom.” His breath caught in his chest. He caressed her thighs. “You sure? I’ve never gone bare.” “Neither have I.” His eyes locked on hers. “You trust me that much?” She answered by reaching for his length and sliding down over him. He eased into her seductive rhythm. Ella rose and fell over him, losing herself in the pleasure. She caressed her own body and ran fingers through her caramel hair, enjoying the tingling sensation of each touch… watching his excitement build in the process. Her arms lowered and she gripped Trent’s knees as she rocked back, taking her pace quicker.

He followed the same path with his hands, stopping to worship her breasts. Her hands wrapped around his wrists as she rose up again, her eyes still locked on his as her pace quickened, bringing them both closer to peak. Nothing compared to the way her body enveloped him, pulling Trent into her soul as she stared down at him. He loved the way her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “So close,” she whimpered. He trailed fingers down to the apex of her thighs and thumbed her clit. She came around him, bringing him over the edge. She kept rocking until he thought he might spontaneously combust. A sigh escaped her lips as she

collapsed on top of him. Winding his arms around her, he held on, hoping this was only the beginning.

Chapter 19 Trapped, his breath in her ear. Ella’s eyes flew open in the dark. Her stalker pinned her down, his hands on her body. Panic flooded her entire being. He pulled her closer and a scream tore loose as she pushed and shoved at the man who held her captive. He moved away so fast, she scrambled off the bed and backed herself into the corner, trying to think. “Ella, it’s a nightmare,” someone said calmly. “No. No… don’t.” The light flipped on and she shielded her eyes. “Hey, Ella, say something. Please.”

That voice, she knew the voice. Trent. Not her stalker. Tears burned her eyes as she curled into a ball. “Ella, tell me what to do.” The agony in his voice was enough to tear her open. “Sorry,” she whispered, sounding out of breath. Tears flowed when his hand curled over her shoulder. “Please look at me. Tell me you recognize me.” She sat up and looked at him through the tears, but her gaze stopped at the bleeding scratch across his chest. “Trent, I… oh god.” She scooted past him, around the bed and out of his reach while snatching up her clothes. Stupid. I can’t do this. I’m not

ready. Trent turned her back around to face him. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s nothing. Didn’t even feel it. I’m more concerned about what just happened.” Words tumbled from her mouth. “I can’t. This isn’t going to work. I need space.” “Oh, no you don’t. You need to talk to someone. If not me, Mila, a therapist. Someone.” She shook her head and reached out to run her fingers over the marks she’d left on him. “I’m so sorry, Trent,” she whispered. Turning, she reached for the door, but he leaned against it before she could get to the handle, and gently pulled the clothes from her hands.

“I get it. You were reliving what happened, or something similar. You woke up in a strange place, in a new situation, and you freaked out. Perfectly natural response to a nightmare.” “Not ripping you open.” She screwed her eyes shut and tried to step back, but he wrapped his hands around her arms and pulled her against his body. “Trent…” He kissed the top of her head and held her close in his arms. “Just breathe, Ella.” Tears leaked from her eyes as she pressed her forehead against his neck. “And if I do it again?” He shrugged. “Then I wind up with a few more scratches, and if anyone

asks, I’ll say you’re a tigress in bed.” A sad smile pulled at her lips. “Seriously, Trent. I could really hurt you.” “You didn’t and won’t. And you can’t tell me you’d rather wake up all alone, without me to pull you back to reality. Let me help.” She touched the scratches and pressed a kiss to his flesh. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “It’ll hurt a hell of a lot more if you walk out the door. I want to be here for you.” “I’m a mess, Trent. I should go home.” “Let me hold you tonight, please. I’ll feel a lot better if I know you’re safe

in my arms, not alone and afraid in your bed.” “You aren’t worried I’ll do worse next time?” “Not in the slightest.” He took her hand, pulling her toward the bed, and they climbed under the covers. She curled up beside him and he wrapped his arms around her. Unable to stop them, tears rolled down her cheeks. “Shh, I’m not letting you go, Ella,” Trent promised, rubbing her back in soothing strokes. “I’m here for you.” The sense of safety she only felt in his presence enveloped her. She started to relax. Eventually, his heartbeat settled her into sleep.

**** Trent lay in bed, holding onto Ella until her breathing evened out and finally slowed. The terror on her face scared the hell out of him. She had been ready to run, and he wasn’t totally sure it was to her house across the street. He knew he had wanted to know her from the moment he laid eyes on her. But now, after making love to her, he wasn’t letting go. Not without a really damned good reason. The asshole who broke her confidence, and made her fear the dark, wasn’t going to stop Trent from showing Ella she could overcome anything. Now he needed to figure out how.

The stinging in his chest didn’t compare to the pressure on his heart. He’d do anything to keep from seeing her lose it again. Once she was deep asleep, he scooted out from under her and went to the bathroom. He pushed the door to the jamb before turning on the light, in case she attempted to leave. Four bloody welts, several crimson trails down his chest. No wonder she was worried. He cleaned the scratches with soap and water, then used alcohol. His thoughts wandered to what she’d endured. Waking up tied to a bed in clothes that weren’t here own. That situation would have terrified anyone. Bastard had undressed her, touched her.

Probably held her while she was mostly unconscious and bound. Sick fucking prick. Gritting his teeth, he poured alcohol down the cuts and caught the rest with the towel. “Shit,” he whispered, trying to ignore the sting. A few scratches weren’t a concern as long as he could help Ella find her strength again. The answer was right there, just under the surface, waiting to break free. The alcohol burned like a bitch. He gripped the counter and breathed through the pain, then wiped his chest off and washed it one more time before going back to bed. When he found her hugging his

pillow, some of his tension rolled away. He lay down beside her and shifted the pillow under his head, and lifted her so her head was on his chest, and her arm around his waist. Maybe if she were on top of him, she wouldn’t panic. Earlier when he’d awakened, she’d been pushing and scratching, then screaming. He’d held onto her, half on top of her. Thinking about her ordeal… that reaction made sense. Fucking moron, Trent. He smoothed his hand over her hair in long strokes. He finally relaxed when she curled closer, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Chapter 20 Ella’s phone alarm pulled her from sleep. This time, she felt safe until she saw the ugly reminder of how she’d freaked out the night before. Across his right pectoral were four angry red welts, already scabbing over. Her nightmares were getting worse. She knew the reason for them but didn’t want to admit the problem ran so deep. The dreams started earlier in her sleep pattern… and more frequently. Most of the time she managed to calm herself down, but twice she’d panicked with Trent right there. Maybe it was time to talk to someone about her situation before she

did something she truly regretted. She hated thinking of herself as weak, as a victim. Her stalker had held her for only a couple of days, but he broke something inside her. Ella took another look at Trent before trying to climb from the bed, every intention of taking a quick shower. Trent banded his arm around her waist, pulling her back down beside him. “Hmm, where do you think you’re going, Ella?” “Quick shower before a run. I’ll take a long one afterward. Don’t worry, I was going to wake you up to go with me.” “Can I join you in the shower now?”

She laughed. “Not until after our run.” “Why not?” His fingertips trailed down her pelvis and between her thighs, grazing her sensitive clit. Her breath caught as desire washed through her. “Because we’re running first, and if you get me soaking wet, we aren’t going anywhere.” “I like you soaking wet, and you aren’t far from there now.” He pulled his fingers from her and put them in his mouth. She climbed from the bed and shoved one leg into her jeans. “Running first. I’ll take a cold shower at my house. Meet you outside in fifteen.” “I’ve got a problem, Ella.” He

pulled her hand until she knelt on the bed trying like hell not to look where his gaze dropped. She couldn’t help it. He was rock hard and ready. “Can’t run like this, and my hand’s not going to get the job done,” he purred. “You going to be able to run after a repeat of last night?” A devilish smirk formed on his lips. “I’ll be quick.” She sighed, trying to think of a good excuse, but she needed him just as bad. He pulled her fingers to his mouth. “Promise to make you come before I’m done. I sure as hell won’t leave you disappointed.” “Fast, then separate showers, and running.”

“And after a long shower with you, I’ll take you to breakfast.” “Or maybe just stop for breakfast before coming back here for that shower,” she replied her brow arching. He rolled her onto her back and shifted between her thighs while removing the jeans she’d attempted to shield herself with. A breath later, he filled her. “Trent,” she gasped. “Did I hurt you?” “No, just didn’t expect you so fast.” He grinned. “Needed to feel you around me.” He glided nearly out before sliding back in. She’d never been so damned ready before. “I’m never getting enough of you,” he promised.

She didn’t have words to answer, so she brought his mouth to hers and licked across his lips before caressing his tongue with hers. He dropped to his elbows, his body moving against hers as her legs slid up his sides to let him fill her further. She was right there with him, letting him wash away every ounce of doubt and fear as he pushed her past the point of no return. His mouth broke away with a cry of her name on his lips. She came with him and held on. “I’m glad you stayed,” he whispered in her ear. “Me too,” she admitted. “Sorry about the scratches.”

He rose and shrugged one shoulder. “I already told you, if anyone asks, I’m telling them you’re a tigress in bed. It’s not a lie.” He kissed her quickly and climbed from the bed. “Better hurry. You’ve got fifteen minutes.” Ella dropped her head back with a sigh. “Right. Got to get your ass in shape for a marathon.” She rolled from the bed. His hands wrapped around her waist. “Take a quick shower with me. I promise to keep my hands to myself. Then you can change at home.” It was the practical option. **** “I really do need to go,” Ella told

Trent around noon. He pulled her into his arms and looked into her blue-green eyes. “Alone?” She nodded. “You’re hosting the barbecue. Let me go make something. Besides, Mila is probably wondering if I forgot all about her. We were supposed to do lunch.” He sighed, letting her go. “Promise you’ll be early?” “Sure. Have any requests?” A smirk pulled one corner of his mouth up. “Nothing you’re granting until we’re alone.” “Then you can tell me when I come back.” “Okay. Call me if you need

anything.” She dipped her head and slipped outside. He followed as Tina hurried up the driveway with Blaze in tow. His heart sank when he saw the desperate look on his sister’s face. Tina smiled as she stopped in front of Ella. “Hi, you must be Ella. Blaze has told me so much about you.” “Hi, I am. And you must be Tina,” Ella said with a smile and an outstretched hand. Tina relaxed and shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet the woman who’s finally settled my brother down.” Ella glanced back, blushing. “I hope so.” Trent wrapped his arms around her

waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “You have.” Tina’s eyes dulled. “Hey, Trent, Blaze begged me to bring him early. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me around.” “Sure, of course, I do. You’re welcome to come. You can stay, catch up.” “If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” Ella turned. “I’ll see you later.” She ruffled Blaze’s hair. “You too, buddy.” “Bye, Ella,” Blaze hugged her leg and she patted his head before heading home. Tina turned to watch Ella enter her house. “You’re right. She looks like Raven

Star, but she’s not. No big actress would settle down here. Besides, she’s more down to earth than those movie actresses.” Trent smiled, but his heart sank. He didn’t know how to respond to Tina’s comment. “So, you aren’t here to drop off Blaze?” “Nope. Was hoping I could hang out, catch up with my big brother. Let Blaze play ball with you.” He grinned. “Sounds like fun. Maybe after lunch, I’ll take you all for ice cream.” “Best uncle ever!” Blaze exclaimed. Tina gave Trent a sad smile. “I’ve missed so much.”

“But you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

Chapter 21 Ella stood in the living room, peeking out the window, waiting for Trent and his sister to go inside. Finally, they did. Ella flopped onto the couch and grabbed her phone, dialing Mila. It only rang twice before she answered. “Finally. I was starting to wonder if you forgot all about me.” Ella smirked. “Not completely, but Trent kept me busy.” “I can imagine. You ready to talk?” “Yeah, want to go for a drive with me? I need to go to the store.” “Hang on.” Everything was quiet for a long moment. “I’ll pick you up. We’ll have a little one in the car seat.

Valor just went down for a nap, and he likes riding so he should stay asleep.” Ella grinned. “Aww, you can bring my buddy anytime you want.” Mila laughed softly. “Be there in five minutes.” Feeling free, she hurried upstairs to splash on some makeup and put her glasses on. She was back downstairs by the time Mila pulled the car up to the curb. Ella peeked into the backseat with a grin. Seeing her best friend’s baby made her crave that kind of stable connection. Hopefully, she and Trent would form a similar bond… one day. She climbed into the passenger seat and grinned at her oldest friend. “You

and Kyle make beautiful babies.” “Yeah, we do. But we aren’t talking about me right now. What happened yesterday?” Ella told Mila everything about the day before, all the way through her middle of the night freak-out. She sucked in a breath and looked at their surroundings. Mila had driven out into the country, away from everything. A shudder rocked through Ella, leaving her trembling. “Where are we?” Mila shrugged. “Driving outside of town, and circling back. Valor naps best in the car.” “Why out here?” She winced at the squeal in her voice. Mila looked over and frowned.

“Ella, are you okay?” She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. “I’m heading back.” “Sorry, when I realized where we were, the panic edged in. I guess I started thinking about the guy who followed me. These panic attacks are happening more and more often. I thought it was getting better.” Mila reached over and squeezed her hand. “I think you need to talk to someone. A counselor or therapist. Sounds like PTSD.” “Yeah. As much as I hate admitting I have a serious problem, I need to deal with it and don’t know how.” “And you can’t disappear without a

word like you did yesterday. What if this happened while you were all alone?” “I started thinking that when I saw what I did to Trent’s chest. I was ready to hurt him and run.” She leaned her head against the glass. “I can’t keep doing this.” “You said Trent didn’t want to let you leave. I’m sure he was more worried about you than a scratch.” A sad laugh escaped as she pushed back in the seat. “Doesn’t change the fact I need help. Any other time and he gives me a sense of security I can’t even describe. But I woke up, half pinned. Mentally, I was back in that room with my stalker holding me, his hands on my skin.” Shivers ran through her from head

to toe. “I thought Trent was him. I was ready to hurt him so I could get away.” “You didn’t realize who it was. That’s understandable. You weren’t awake. And I guarantee he wouldn’t have held you afterward if he was upset by your episode.” Ella pressed on her temples and closed her eyes. “He doesn’t understand. I could have really done some damage if he hadn’t backed off me so fast.” “But he brought you back. Next time, he’ll react faster, and he knows what you need now. He’ll help you get through the nightmares.” “And if he doesn’t? If I can’t get over it? That asshole stalker is still out there. What if he was the one following

me?” Mila shrugged. “I believe it was some paparazzi jerk following Ryan and then trailing you. He probably wanted to know who the new woman in Ryan’s life was. Apparently, a reporter was arrested in some tiny town. Authorities had warrants out all over California. It’s trending. They never identified you. You covered your face enough, and the sweats. No one has speculated it was you.” “That’s a relief. Though I doubt it is for Ryan.” “I still don’t understand why you two never hooked up. You get along so well.” Ella snorted. “He’s a good friend,

that’s it. Besides, he’s happy with his other half.” “Yeah, I know.” Mila laughed and glanced over. “But man he’s hot. I would have traded places with you in a heartbeat.” “Not since Kyle, though,” Ella teased. “No. And hey, you tamed the caveman.” Mila giggled. “You should have seen him yesterday before you showed up.” “Was he worse than what I saw?” “He was. Trent wanted to hunt you down and find out what happened. You had us both worried.” “Sorry. Things are… intense between us. It’s more than a regular

attraction. I can’t deny that’s powerful, but he washes away the fear and makes me feel safe. Except last night.” Ella turned toward her. “Do you happen to know any therapists around here?” “Not personally, but Kyle does. They work with a guy who suffered PTSD from something that happened on the job. I could get you the number.” “Thank you. I don’t want to completely lose it and attack Trent again. I already feel like an ass.” “You scratched him, Ella, you didn’t cut him open.” Ella looked out the window. “If there had been a weapon in reach, I would have used it. I was mentally back there in that room, only I wasn’t tied,

and the stalker was on top of me. Then it clicked I had nothing on, he didn’t have anything on, and my head jumped to the worst possible scenario. I would have done anything to escape, Mila.” “Have you remembered more about the stalker?” “I don’t know. Sort of. There are things that make me think I might actually know him, but that’s crazy.” “You’re not crazy.” Ella snorted. “Remember that guy who followed me around in high school? The one who died in a house fire with his parents?” “Logan Poole? He was always creepy.” Ella nodded. “He had steel gray

eyes. So does my stalker. He was big like Logan but harder, muscular. That was forever ago, though. What if he didn’t die? What if he bulked up and is still fascinated by me?” “But the investigators found his body, didn’t they?” Ella snorted, leaning her head against the glass. “They found a charred body. They wanted to close the case. What if it wasn’t him?” “Then whose body did they find?” “I don’t know. But I remember reading that the fire started in his room. They closed that case really fast.” “Anything else to make you think it could be him… or maybe a relative? Didn’t he have a brother in the military?

He could have looked the same.” “Maybe, but why would his brother know me? He called me Ella. No one but you had called me that since I moved to LA. My real name isn’t listed on IMDB or any of the wiki pages I know of. I’ve never told a reporter my name, where I came from, nothing. Hell, they haven’t even made the connection that Sam is my brother. So how did this guy know my name? My mail was always in my stage name.” “Have you told the police?” Shaking her head, she looked over. “They never took my stalker seriously, Mila. I reported the first letter four years ago. He broke into hotel rooms, my condo, my trailer on set, you name it.

The guy left me gifts. They never found him. Then he took me away and God knows what he would have done if I hadn’t gotten out of there. I don’t trust the police to do shit this time around.” “But if this guy is somehow related to Logan, or maybe even is Logan, they can track him down, find him, and put him away.” “That means telling the police here. No one knows where I live. I don’t want to be splashed all over the gossip sites again.” “The police here aren’t going to put you in that position. They’ll want to keep you safe. And I know at least one who would do everything in her power not only to catch this guy but also keep your

secret.” “I’ll think about it. First, I need to find someone, a shrink or something, to talk to.” “Maybe ask them what they think. I’m willing to bet they’ll advise that you contact the police.” “Let me deal with one thing at a time,” Ella pleaded. “No one knows where I am. I need to get my head on straight first.” Mila squeezed her hand. “If I can help, tell me.” “It’s good to have a friend in the real world.” **** “Seems like they’ve been gone

forever,” Trent muttered. Kyle leaned against the counter with a beer in his hand. “They’ll be back before you know it. I’m sure Mila took her for a drive. Valor was sleeping, and he always naps longer in his car seat, especially in a moving vehicle.” “That’s not comforting. Someone followed her yesterday. She said she got rid of him when she sped by a police station in some random town. The police pulled over the other car. She didn’t stick around to see what happened.” “Well, she’s smart, at least. She knows what to watch for and what to avoid. And Mila isn’t going to drive around for hours. Besides, if Ella lost whoever was following her, then

chances are they don’t have a clue where she is.” Trent dropped his elbows to the counter, leaning over. “I’m worried about her. She freaked out last night. She thought I… shit. How much has Mila told you?” Kyle shook his head and looked away. “Not much. I don’t want to pry. But if she’s who I think she is, then she was definitely abducted. The guy had her for a couple days. There’s no telling what he did to her.” Trent rubbed at his face, wondering if her nightmares were more or less flashbacks. Standing up, he turned to Kyle. “We were asleep last night. She woke up, trying to push me away,

beating at my chest, until I was aware enough to move my ass away from her.” “She okay?” “Now, yeah, but it took a few minutes to get her to come back to me. She was so locked in her memories, she attacked like a caged animal. I don’t care about the scratch or the bruises. I just needed to break through. Seemed to take forever.” “Sounds like what Metcalf went through. Took him time, but he got through it. Think she’d talk to someone about it?” “I honestly don’t know. Ella doesn’t like talking about anything in her recent past, but will talk about her childhood. She felt guilty about last night

and tried to leave. I convinced her to stay. It tore me apart that she cried herself to sleep, but I held her so she wouldn’t have to face the fear alone.” “It’s serious, isn’t it?” Trent looked over and caught the smirk on Kyle’s face. “Her fear? No shit.” “No, what you feel for Ella.” Standing straight, he pushed his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. Everything is different with her. I knew we’d burn up the sheets, but there’s so much more than the sex. I want to hold her, to hear her laugh, watch her smile. Then when she’s out of her mind with fear, I want to take it away and beat down whoever the asshole is who did

this to her. Somehow I need to make it right for her.” “No offense, but she may need a therapist. You can help, but if the trauma is that deep, she needs a professional.” “Yeah, probably. I’ll call Metcalf. See if he can get me that number. Hopefully, she doesn’t hate me for suggesting it.” “You said she felt bad for hurting you?” “Yeah, but she didn’t hurt me. I didn’t even feel it until later.” Kyle’s brow arched. “What the hell did she do?” Trent nodded down the hall and moved where they were out of sight of the windows. He didn’t want Blaze or

Tina to see, even though they were still out back. Once Kyle followed, he lifted his shirt up to show him the scratches and the bruise. “She’s a fighter. She would have done more damage if I hadn’t moved.” He smoothed his shirt down. Kyle winced. “Get her the number. I’ll talk to Mila and see if she can convince her, if you can’t.” “I’m hoping she will. Ella wants to have a normal life. I’m not sure anyone can do that when they’re constantly looking over their shoulder.” “But if she has a stalker out there, she may need to,” Kyle explained. “For now. We need to figure out a way stop him.”

“How do we find a man when we don’t have anything to go on?” Kyle asked. “We get answers from her, somehow,” Trent muttered, walking back to the kitchen to finish getting everything ready for the grill. “What’s the plan? How can I help?” “I don’t know yet. When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” Trent grabbed his phone to make a call.

Chapter 22 Once Mila left, Ella hurried upstairs and turned on her laptop. She sat down and found Ryan’s email. Hey Angel, It was good to see you yesterday. Better to hear you may have found a man who will treat you right. Hope you aren’t paying too much attention to the news, but it looks like we made the headlines, at least in the tabloids. So

far, no one has figured out I was meeting you, but Shannon’s worried about you. So am I. Don’t worry, the photographer didn’t get a good picture. The police in some Podunk town arrested him. Apparently there was a warrant out for his arrest, something to do with causing an accident involving another actor. Stay safe. Don’t Once everything down, we need together. Maybe

forget. settles to get I can

meet your new man and make sure he’s a good guy. Love ya, R Ella sat back with a frown. As much as she hated checking all the bullshit sites, it was better to know what was going on than hiding in the dark. She found dozens of articles about Ryan and his new secret lover. At least, Shannon always had a sense of humor about the rumors. Not everyone did. She sent a quick reply to Ryan and wrote another email to Sam, asking him to please respond. Then she took her

time getting ready. She went for a completely different persona from her onscreen one. She curled her hair, now a lighter color, and put the glasses back on. Once again, she found herself wondering how long she could get away with the disguise. Sooner or later, someone would figure it out. She could only hope the community had accepted her by then. Half an hour later, Ella gathered the appetizers she’d made and headed across the street to Trent’s house. Tina opened the door with a wide grin. “Hi, Ella. Let me help.” “Sure,” Ella answered. Tina took both trays of food and headed out to the

back yard. Before she could follow, Trent came in with a cautious look. “Hey, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming.” “Told you I’d be here.” Chewing her lip, she nodded at the stairs. “Can we talk a minute?” “Sure, everything okay?” She shrugged. “Just… well, let’s talk.” He took her hand and led her upstairs. “By the way, you look great.” She offered a nervous smile. How would he take finding out she was a nutcase? Wait, she’d already shown him that. Still, it was another thing to admit it.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked softly. She opened her mouth, but the words died on her tongue. He took her hands. “Please tell me you aren’t pushing me away already.” “No.” She sucked in a breath and blurted out, “But Mila mentioned you work with a guy who went to counseling for a traumatic event. Thought maybe he could give you the number.” Trent nodded and caressed her face. “I was talking with Kyle, and no, I didn’t confirm his suspicions, but we thought it might be good to bring it up. I have the number, but Metcalf is downstairs. He doesn’t know what happened to you, or the circumstances,

but he wants to help if he can.” She shifted out of his reach and turned away, trying to process her emotions. On one hand, he cared enough to risk her anger. And he hadn’t revealed any real details. Still, she didn’t want it public knowledge about her nightmares and panic attacks because of some asshole. Trent moved in front of her and lifted her chin, looking into her eyes. “Look, I realize I may have overstepped my bounds, but I’m falling for you. You don’t have to talk to him, but you said yourself, you want the number.” “Yeah, I do. But I don’t want everyone to know what’s going on with me. I’m not comfortable with you talking

to him without asking me first.” His head tipped to the side. “What about Kyle? He’s in the middle of this whether or not any of us like it. You talk to Mila, and both Mila and I talk to Kyle. And I keep it vague, but I may slip at some point. He’s her husband. I don’t imagine they keep many secrets.” “I’m not worried about Kyle. He wouldn’t betray Mila. And I don’t think you would purposely betray me like that, but it’s my story to share, not yours.” “I’m sorry. Kyle is my sounding board. Metcalf, he went through the same kind of thing. Not exactly, but he had panic attacks, nightmares, couldn’t go into fires. He’d been a firefighter for years before the shooting. I want to help,

Ella, tell me what to do to make this right.” “It’s fine. Next time, please talk to me first. I’m standing here asking you to get the number from him, and you did one better. I can’t exactly complain even though I don’t want to share my mess with everyone.” His eyes narrowed. “Hey, we all have things we need to deal with.” “Some things are uglier and harder to get past than others.” “Nothing about you is ugly,” Trent admonished. She held up her arm, showing him the scar. “You’re wrong. Doesn’t matter, though. Please, introduce me to your friend.”

He ran his fingers over the scar. “Not ugly, just another part of you.” She sighed, glancing down at marred red flesh on her wrist. “It is ugly. I’m lucky it’s not worse.” Trent pulled her arm and lightly kissed across the scar. “I beg to differ.” A slow smile spread on her face. “Okay, introduce me to him.” He leaned down to brush his lips over hers before taking her hand. A blond man stood on the porch next to Kyle. She’d seen him in town with the other guys a few times. His smile had always been kind. Trent held her hand as they approached him. “Hey, Dave, this is my girlfriend, Ella Cross. Ella, this is Dave

Metcalf.” Ella glanced up at Trent, who smiled back at her, silently daring her to argue. Turning back to Dave, she held out her hand. “A pleasure to meet you.” “Same to you. Trent believes I could help you with something, if you don’t mind talking.” He motioned out into the yard. Trent squeezed Ella’s hand and bent to whisper in her ear. “I’ll be right here, grilling. If you need me, just call my name.” She nodded. “I appreciate that.” Dave walked under a tree at the back corner of the yard. Ella followed and glanced back at Trent, whose attention was locked on her. She faced

Dave and took a slow breath. “Not to be ungrateful, but what did Trent tell you?” “That you woke up clearly stuck in memories of a hard time. That a while back, he showed up one morning when you were still in bad enough shape you canceled your run.” Better, and fewer details, than she’d expected. “I’ve been there, Ella. Sounds like you haven’t hit rock bottom, and that’s good. Means it may be easier for you to get past it, with help.” “I want help. I don’t want…” him to win. But she wasn’t ready to finish the thought out loud. Not to a stranger. No matter how much he wanted to help. “I don’t want to be afraid.”

He smiled sadly. “Fear isn’t the enemy. You can find your strength through fear.” Dave placed a card in her hand. “That’s the number for my therapist. Dr. Eisman helped me immensely.” “Thank you.” “If you ever want to talk, my number is on the back. Trent’s going to have a hard time listening without getting angry. He’s too close to you.” “Yeah. But he means well.” Dave’s lips quirked in a crooked grin. “He does. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have called me. Don’t be too upset with him.” “I’m not. In fact, I asked him if he knew someone I could talk to. He just

happened to contact you first.” “He watched me hit my lowest point. I endangered the whole crew because I refused to admit I needed counseling. They rallied together and got me the help I needed. The guys took turns dragging my ass to therapy.” He laughed softly. “You’re lucky to have someone who knows a little about what you’re going through, and would do anything to make it better. Some people can’t handle it.” “I definitely am. Thank you, Dave.” Knowing someone who had been through trauma made her feel like less of a freak.

Chapter 23 “You don’t need to go,” Trent practically pleaded as Ella opened the front door. She turned back with a soft smile. “Blaze and Tina are still out back. Spend time with your family. I’ll be right across the street when you’re done. You can come over then.” “I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted. For as much as Tina smiled, she was sad. He didn’t know how to help her. He worried seeing her brother with a woman brought back memories of her good times with Randy. “Yeah, but your sister needs you. I have a feeling she’s trying to work up the

courage to talk to you about something. So stay. I’ll go. You know where to find me.” Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “Do I get to stay the night?” Stepping back, her dazzling eyes locked on his. He wanted to take the glasses away, but he understood why she wanted to hide. “I’m hoping you will. If you don’t mind another panic attack.” “I don’t mind. Besides, I helped you calm down enough to sleep soundly last night.” “Hmm, you did. Now go visit with Tina and Blaze. Call when you’re ready, and I’ll unlock the door.” He kissed her softly, needing another taste. “Hopefully, she doesn’t

stick around long. I’m ready to spend the rest of my evening with you.” She pushed him back. “I’ll see you soon.” Ella slipped out before he could protest. He caught the door and watched her walk across the street, smiling when she turned back to wave before stepping inside. “You’re so happy,” Tina said. He turned back to catch her sad smile. “Who’d have thought you’d settle down.” He groaned. “Come on, I’m not that bad. Yeah, I like women, but I avoided one night stands.” “Yeah, but you never stuck around long. It might be early to say for sure, but this seems different. I’ve never seen you

look at a woman like you do her.” “Yeah, which is why I don’t want to mess it up. I want her to stay. She calls to something inside me I can’t even explain.” “It’s love. Whether or not you’re ready to admit it.” Trent smiled. “It’s early still. Don’t jinx it.” “Can’t jinx love. Either you find it, or you don’t.” He sighed. “Yeah, but sometimes love is destructive. I watched what happened with you and Randy.” “Unfortunately, I wasn’t very lucky. He dragged me down. I’m finally out of that hole.” He didn’t bother saying he hoped

so. Instead, he squeezed her hand. “Finally ready to move on?” “Sure am. I need to be a better mother to Blaze. I need to sort out my life. At one time, I had dreams that got pushed aside when I blindly followed my heart.” “I’m glad you’ve come back to us.” “Me too. Now, Blaze and I are going to take off. I’m signing up for classes at the community college first thing in the morning. Wish me luck.” “Much luck.” “Go to Ella. She gets nervous without you beside her. Pretty obvious to anyone who watches… you calm her nerves. What is she afraid of?” “Someone hurt her. She got away,

but the experience still affects her.” “Go take care of her. And thank you for inviting us.” “You’re always welcome here.” He hugged Tina, then remembered what Ella had said. “Wait. Was there anything you need to talk about?” “No. I’m happy for you, though. I’m going to go hang out with my boy.” Trent picked up Blaze and hugged him too. “Hey kid, take care of your mom.” “I will. Give Ella a hug for me.” Trent grinned. “You got it, buddy.” Blaze took Tina’s hand the second Trent set him down, and off they went. Trent gathered what he needed for the next day and shoved it in a duffle

bag. Maybe he could convince Ella to let him help set up the boutique, which she was planning to start the next day. He knocked on the door. No answer. So he knocked again. Louder this time. When she still didn’t answer, he called her. “Trent, are you here?” she answered immediately, her tone frantic. “Yeah. Where are you?” He couldn’t keep the worry out of his voice. “I’ll be down in a minute. Sorry.” The tremble in her voice put him on high alert. “What happened?” He heard something slam upstairs and refrained from pounding his fist

against the door, or better yet, his shoulder to bust it down. Then a thundering sound coming down the stairs set his mind at ease… slightly. She threw open the door, tears in her eyes. “Come in.” She turned and headed for the kitchen. His eyes widened, and he nearly yelled at her about not needing to turn to alcohol. To his relief, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out the tea. He didn’t completely understand why he kept expecting her to reach for a bottle. She wasn’t Tina. He knew that in his heart. Trent locked the front door and followed her into the kitchen where he grabbed a couple glasses.

“What happened?” he asked. His heart started calming after the initial panic. She turned around and nearly dropped the jar as she stumbled back. He took the tea from her and set it on the counter. “Ella, what the hell happened?” he demanded. “You’re going to think I’m really crazy.” She took the glasses off and set them down before running her fingers through her hair, pushing it off her face. “God, this is all messed up.” He took two steps forward and caught her arms. “What is, Ella? You aren’t making sense.” “I think I know who my stalker is.”

“How?” Her chest heaved as her nostrils flared. “His eyes, they were so damned familiar. And he had scars on his hands. From a fire. It all makes sense, and until I talked to Mila about it, I hadn’t really let myself believe it was possible. Now, the more I think about it, the more freaked out I am.” “Hey, stop. Calm down. I want you to talk to me, but you need to breathe.” “I am breathing. I… shit, I don’t know what to do. He’s supposed to be dead.” “The stalker?” “Logan Poole. The cops said he died in a fire when we were in high school. Guy creeped me out even back

then.” Trent watched her, trying to figure out how that was possible. She clearly believed this guy was still alive. **** Tickets for prom went on sale that morning. At lunch, Logan walked up to Ella holding a single white rose surrounded by lavender. A shudder rocked down her spine as Mila tugged her down another hallway. “Who are you going to prom with?” Mila asked. “Not him,” Ella muttered. She knew Logan had finally got the balls to ask her out, and she was afraid to turn him down, but there was no way in hell

she was spending an evening with the creep. “Ella, hey, can we talk?” Logan called, his voice coming closer. Squeezing her eyes shut, Ella held her breath for a second. “Please, just one chance?” She stopped and turned slowly, meeting his steel gray eyes. He towered over her. It wasn’t strength in his frame but baby weight that still clung to his massive body. “Would you go to prom with me, Ella Blair?” “No, I’m sorry. I already have plans,” she answered automatically. His smile fell as he tried to hand her the flowers. She shook her head. “I can’t. I’m

sorry.” Ella turned and started walking away. He caught hold of her arm and spun her around. A dangerous gleam entered his eyes. “Please, I have the whole night planned. Everything is perfect for prom. Just say yes. Give me this one night to prove how good we could be together.” A chill flowed through her whole body and she pulled away. “No, Logan. I can’t.” She turned and ran. Mila called after her, but she didn’t turn back. Trembling, she ducked into her chemistry class and sank into a seat. “Ella? Damn it, talk to me, or I’m calling Mila.” Shaking her head, her mind returned

to the present and she met Trent’s icy blue eyes. The look of concern on his face made her heart miss a beat. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to think of where to start.” “Why don’t you go sit down on the couch. I’ll pour you a drink. Then you can start at the beginning.” Ella couldn’t argue. She felt wobbly and lightheaded. After sinking onto the couch, she reached for the yearbook she’d tossed on the seat in her dash to open the door. If it weren’t Sunday night, she’d call the therapist. Trent sat beside her and handed her a glass while setting his on the table. “How can I help?” Offering a tight smile, she lifted the

glass to her lips and took a long drink. “Thank you.” “Did you tell Mila?” Ella nodded. “She told me to tell the police, and I probably will. But you’re going to think I’m crazy when I’m done. Still, I need you to know first.” “I won’t. I trust you.” She sucked in a breath, and he took her glass, setting it down next to his before capturing her hand. “Logan went to high school with us.” She opened the book and found his picture, handing the yearbook over to Trent. “That’s him. He was a big guy, heavyset. Steel gray eyes. He followed me around all the time, but rarely ever spoke more than a word or two. But he’d

watch me, and it scared the hell out of me back then.” Trent nodded but didn’t interrupt. “He asked me to prom. I told him no. He grabbed my arm when I went to walk away, and I yelled at him and ran. Mila probably remembers that.” She snorted. “He didn’t ask again. He never stopped watching me, though.” Ella took a gulp of air to catch her breath, then reached for her glass and drank the rest of the tea. “His house burned down the night of prom. The paper said they all died. His whole family.” Ella shook her head. “I felt guilty. I mean, he asked me to prom, and the night of the dance, Logan, his younger brother, and his parents all died

in the fire. I know, it wasn’t my fault, but still, it seemed that way for a while. And it still bothered me enough that I left Seattle the day after I graduated.” He shook his head, his brow pinched. “Why do you think this is the same guy?” “See, you think I’m crazy.” “No.” Trent squeezed her hands. “I want to understand what makes you think it could be him.” “The guy who took me had the same steel gray eyes. It’s been years. He’s solid muscle now, but the same height, maybe taller. He’s huge. And he had burn scars on his hands. I remember the way it felt, the ugly melted look, the skin unnaturally smooth to the touch. And his

voice was familiar at the time, but now I realize, it sounded so much like him. What if Logan got out? What if he found me again, and started really stalking me?” Now Trent looked concerned. “You need to talk to the police here so they can look for this guy. Doesn’t matter if they pronounced him dead. If you have any reason to believe he could be your stalker, they need to know to look. And maybe go as far as a restraining order.” “And if it’s not him?” Ella asked in defeat. “Or if he changed his name, and he goes by something else? Besides, what good is a piece of paper? Will it really stop this guy?” Trent grimaced. “We’ll talk to the

police and go from there. Someone may eventually recognize you and make a big deal about it. That means he could find you. So we need to be prepared.” “I know, but how? The stalking laws aren’t really in my favor here. I can’t prove it was him, and even if I did, unless they find him, they can’t touch him. He did hold me against my will. So they can press charges now. But they didn’t do anything the whole time I was getting gifts and letters. They took them, looked into it, but because the guy made no contact, left no proof of breaking and entering, there wasn’t shit they could do. No fingerprints. No DNA. And I’m still in California, even if I’m at the furthest reaches, in the smallest town I know.”

“Ella, we still need to talk to someone.” He lifted her chin and met her gaze. “It’s a small town, but they may have a little more leeway here. At the very least they can send patrol cars by your house.” That didn’t ease the fear, but she nodded anyway. “Remember that morning you found me freaking out?” He nodded. “I might be remembering those two days. It’s fuzzy, nothing clear. But I can feel his hands, those scars, on me. He’d hold me, and I was too out of it to respond.” Tears rolled over her puffy cheeks, and he wiped them away. “I’m sorry, Ella.”

“He didn’t take things there. The rape test was clean. I think last night was so bad because that’s how he held me, his hand on my stomach, my thighs, his breath in my ear. I woke up naked with you and thought it was him.” “Hey, I told you last night, it’s okay. If it happens again, we’ll figure it out.” “I hate this feeling of helplessness. Can’t stop thinking about it now, and I know I need to sort through all the shit, but I don’t want to remember. You don’t have any idea how terrifying the flashes are.” He cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “We’ll figure out what we can do and how to stop this guy.” “I hope so. But not tonight. I need to

get my mind off this.” “Let’s watch something.” She winced. “I don’t have any movies here. And I’m not sure I want to watch one of my movies with you.” “Why not?” he asked in all seriousness. She shifted uncomfortably. “You already questioned if I had anything going on with a co-star. I’ve only seen men have two reactions. Either they try to compete with whoever is on screen, or they get pissy when we get to an intimate scene. I don’t want you to make comparisons between what you see and what we share because everything on screen is pretend.” One corner of his mouth turned up.

“Ella, I’ve seen every movie you’ve ever been in, and I can tell you that what we have is better than any of it.” “It’s not going to weird you out to see me intimate with someone else on screen?” He smirked. “No. I get the real thing.” She groaned. “You do, but that doesn’t make it any less awkward.” “I have movies at my house. What are you in the mood to watch? I can run over there and be back in a couple minutes.” Ella rubbed her legs and smiled slightly. “Action. Something fun. I don’t want to think anymore tonight.” “And not yours?”

“Please, not. Maybe another time. When I don’t have a bunch of real horrors swirling through my head.” “Not tonight, but I’ll hold you to another time.” Trent kissed her forehead, then he hopped up off the couch and headed for the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Chapter 24 Ella left Trent in the shower after their morning run. She didn’t want to be sidetracked from her goals. First, check email. Call the therapist. Breakfast. Head to her new shop. Not that it was open. But she finally had merchandise coming in and she planned to start setting fixtures and displays up. The grand opening wasn’t for another two weeks. No shortage of work to do in the meantime. Dread filled her as she sat at the laptop and pulled up her email. Ryan had sent a witty response and Shannon

signed off. Sam finally wrote back… what a relief. Dearest Sister, Sorry for the long silence. You were right. I’m sorry I was a jerk. Don’t worry, I’m leading your stalker away. I’m trying to find the truth so you finally have your answers. Love you, Your Brother. PS. I’ll find you once it’s safe.

Strong hands squeezed her shoulders and Ella screamed, her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest. Trent raised his hands instinctively. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” “My brother’s okay. He sent an email. Said he’d find me. I’m not sure how.” “Did he ever know Mila?” She shrugged. “Yeah. We grew up on the same street. Our brothers used to chase the same girls.” Trent half-laughed. “Okay, so he probably knows how to find you if he thinks about it long enough.” “I guess. I hadn’t really thought of that. I just needed to get away from some of the asshole press.”

“That why you finally left?” “You don’t have any idea how bad it got. Here, let me show you what decimated my last straw.” She turned back to the laptop and pulled up the video of her last interview. Trent leaned down, putting one hand on the desk, his other on the chair behind her. She pressed play and prepared to cringe through the video that had sealed her decision to leave Hollywood for good. **** Trent almost told Ella he didn’t need to see it, until he caught what the email from her brother said, and wanted to show his support. If she needed to

share this piece of her former life, he would let her. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t find it on his own. On screen, Ella, or rather Raven, had straight dark hair and wore big sunglasses. She hurried from some fancy building toward a car. Some smarmy guy with a microphone rushed to block her path. Trent winced. Didn’t take a genius to figure out what was about to happen. “Please, let me get in my car,” Raven answered with little emotion though she gripped her keys tight in her hand. Trent’s fingers turned white as he held the chair tighter, glaring at the guy when he opened his mouth. “I understand

your captor held you two days. How much did you lead him on?” She shook her head and stepped to the side of him. “Were you drunk when you crashed your car? Did he save you and you wanted to repay him?” Ella closed her eyes, taking a step back as her nostrils flared. “Was it drugs? Maybe he’s a dealer who wanted your body instead of cash.” Her jaw clenched and she moved to walk around him. He pushed his way into her space, but she held her ground, glaring back at him. “Did he hold you down until you begged for him?”

She spun around and started walking back to the building as the security guard rushed her way. The reporter shouted. “Will you run to him when he finds you? Or are you just a tease looking for more publicity?” Rage tore through Trent as he paced away. “I want to smash that fucker’s face in.” “Yeah, me too, but answering wasn’t going to do a damned bit of good. They just turn your words around or edit the clip so it sounds like you said one thing when it wasn’t true.” She turned off the browser and shut the laptop. Tears shimmered in her eyes. “He wasn’t the first to take that line of questioning… just the worst… or maybe I’d had

enough. The only thing stopping me from ripping the camera from the other fucker’s hands and shoving it up that reporter’s ass was that I was standing right outside my lawyers’ office, and the resulting story would only wind up worse.” “What were you doing there?” “Making sure my brother couldn’t force me to do a movie I didn’t want to do. I hadn’t signed the contract, but Sam was making a lot of promises on my behalf. Apparently, I had become paranoid because the attorney said it was a simple matter. I hadn’t signed anything. End of story. Plus, I legally changed my last name to make it harder for anyone to find me.”

Trent shook his head slowly. “He was trying to force you to do a movie?” She sighed. “Sam knew it would be good for my career. He was trying to get them to postpone it for me. Problem was, the story hit too close to the ordeal I’d just been through and there was no way I wanted to deal with it. Sam didn’t understand. He never saw the panic attack that followed or the nightmares, or any of it because he was busy being an agent.” She let out a sad sigh. Trent enveloped her in his arms and she wrapped hers around his waist. He kissed the crown of her head. “Seems he figured out what was important.” “I’m worried about him. If it’s Logan, then he knew of my brother.”

“He’ll be all right. Maybe he has a solution.” “I hope so. At least, he finally sent me a message.” She sighed and pulled away from Trent. “I better get dressed and we should go.” Taking her hand, he stepped closer. “I could take your mind off all of this before we leave.” “No. I still have a call to make and there are so many items on my to-do list.” The tremble in her hands and the tension in her shoulders tugged at his instincts. He wanted to squash all doubt and fear and give her anything better. Attempting to sway her, he trailed his fingers down her arms and asked, “What

call?” Blushing, she turned away. “The therapist. Just because I didn’t freak out last night, doesn’t mean I won’t again. Especially if I’m worrying about my brother now too. Please, get dressed, and maybe later we can use your method of taking my mind off the problems.” “Later then.” He took his duffel bag to the bathroom to let her dress in peace, and make the call. As much as he wanted to help all the way around, he already knew he wasn’t qualified. Though he would do everything in his power to make the journey easier, even if staying on the sidelines tore him up. ****

Ella took a breath of relief as she grabbed her phone and dialed while she picked out comfortable, work-friendly clothes. The phone rang a few times before a receptionist answered. In minutes, she had an appointment for later that day. Finally, some relief. Trent stayed in the bathroom though she hardly heard a sound the entire time. She knocked softly. “It’s safe to come out.” He opened the door. “Breakfast now?” “Yeah. Thank you. For everything.” “Hey, I’m happy to help whatever way I can.” She grinned. “You do, immensely. Now let’s get going. And if you need to

escape, I’ll understand. I’m going to be busy with the shop all day.” “Oh, no, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily. I’m helping as long as you don’t beg me to get out of your hair. You’ll find I can take directions well though I may expect some kind of reward.” He winked. Laughing, Ella grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “I’ll keep that in mind.” **** Mon Armoire was starting to look like a real shop. Trent did as much of the heavy work as Ella would allow, but the woman was stubborn and continuously joined him.

She had to know what she was doing to him. Smirking as she brushed by, or bending over in those little shorts of hers. He’d planned to work straight through the day, but she kept taunting him. One more tease and he was liable to take her against the wall in the dressing room, over the counter, hell, on the floor. He didn’t care as long as he got inside her soon. Then she disappeared into the back of the building. He pushed his fingers through his hair and leaned against the wall. Ella seemed determined to finish everything in a single day. How was he going to convince her to take a break, go home, and make love… before her appointment?

“Trent, can you come here a sec?” Ella called. Trent stepped into her office and she pushed him behind her desk, opening his pants, easing them down his thighs. Then she shoved him into the chair. He fell back with a grin. “No more work?” “Time for that reward.” She pulled his shirt over his head. Staring up at her, he opened her shorts and dropped them down her legs with her panties. “You ready for me?” Ella purred, climbing into his lap. “Shit, I’ve been hard for you all day long.” He caressed up her sides, pushing her shirt up as she lifted her arms above her head.

He caught a nipple between his lips while he tossed her shirt. Her fingers threaded into his hair as she rocked over his hard length. Trent gripped her hips, looking up at her with a wicked smile. “Don’t tease, Ella. You’ve been driving me crazy all day.” Her torso raised and he reached down to guide his length into her while she tightened around him. She nipped his bottom lip and he groaned. Needing more of her taste, he kissed down her neck as she rode him. She filled the holes in his life, the ones he never realized existed. Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and he looked up, meeting her mesmerizing eyes. “Trent,”

she whispered, pressing her forehead against his as she crept inside and claimed his heart. Cupping her face, he stared back, the emotion flowing between them. He knew he was never letting go. This was the woman he wanted for the rest of his life. He tilted her face and claimed her mouth, kissing her as if he could breathe her air. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony. He came and she followed. His hands roamed around her back, pulling her tight to him. She nuzzled his neck, pressing a kiss. “Every time I come in here, I’m going to think about this. I may never get any work done.”

“Oh, every time I enter the shop, I’ll be thinking of you and this chair. Never thought making love in a chair could be so fucking good.” She giggled, her breath fanning over his skin. “You just like my body.” “Oh, Ella, I like a whole lot more than your body.” She sat back, smiling. “Good, because you’re stealing my heart.” “Don’t want to steal it, just hold it and keep it safe,” he murmured.

Chapter 25 Trent stood in Mila’s living room after watching Ella drive away for her first appointment with the therapist. Kyle bounced Valor next to him. “Why do you want to talk to my wife, and not me?” Trent laughed. “You can stay. I just need to ask her something. She knows Ella maybe better than anybody.” Amusement danced in Kyle’s eyes. “Got it. Do yourself a favor, though. Don’t be an ass this time.” Trent scrubbed a hand over his face and nodded. “I’ve already apologized, a few times, for that. Imagine if our positions were reversed. You would

have been snapping too.” “Yeah, you’re right about that. Mila and Cherish will be here anytime. In fact, would you mind keeping an eye on the little guy while I take a shower?” Grinning, Trent agreed as he took Valor and rested him against his shoulder. “I miss Blaze being this size.” Kyle snorted. “Maybe you should think about the next step with Ella.” “That won’t be a baby,” Trent answered with a laugh. “We’re just barely a couple. She’s still skittish. I don’t want to push, but she didn’t argue when I introduced her as my girlfriend.” “I’m not saying knock her up. I’m saying, make sure she knows this is serious for you. You don’t need to

propose or anything.” “Yeah, but I don’t want her to think I’m trying to take over and make her decisions. I think her brother had too big of a hand in her career. Now she’s asserting her independence.” Shaking his head, Kyle laughed. “I didn’t say squash it. You can be with her and support her choices. You already are. Hell, you spent an entire day at her shop, doing everything she asked.” Trent smirked. “She needed help. And I like it when she gets bossy.” Cherish burst through the door and bounced up in front of Trent. “I want my brother!” Her hands shot out and a grin spread on her face. Trent gently squeezed Valor, then

handed him over. “Hey, Cherish. How are you?” “Happy. Today was fun, and I get to have pizza tonight.” “Sounds like you’ll have a good night too.” Mila’s brow arched as she entered the kitchen. “Hi, Trent. Where’s Ella?” “Counseling. She wanted to do it alone. I’m going to take her to dinner when she gets back, but I wanted your help first.” Her head tipped to the side. “Help with what?” Trent shoved his hands in his pockets. “I want to put together a gift basket. What kind of things does she like? Or women in general. But keep in

mind, I want it to be special for her.” A slow smile spread on Mila’s face. “I can help with that. Avoid roses and lavender. But she loves jasmine or lilacs. I’d steer clear of candles, for sure, but maybe bath stuff. You know, salts, oils, bubbles, that sort of thing. Potpourri is good. She likes a good mystery or romantic suspense novel. You could try finding her some books. Maybe check her shelves first. Chocolate is always a good gift. She loves any with caramel, and her preference is dark chocolate.” “You’re a lifesaver, thank you.” He gave her a brief hug and headed for the door. She hesitated a second. “Uh, you’re

welcome. Good luck.” He turned back to Kyle. “And thanks for letting me borrow your amazing wife’s expertise. I truly appreciate it.” Kyle laughed and nodded to the door. “Better hurry. Counseling doesn’t usually last more than an hour.” He made the quick trip to the chocolate shop. Arianna’s head popped up from her book. One pale brow arched. “Afternoon Trent. What are you doing here?” The suspicion in her voice made him pause. “Hi. What did I do wrong now?” He retorted. “Nothing, yet.”

Trent rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought we agreed we weren’t good together as anything more than friends.” “We did. So you showing up in the middle of the day for no reason makes me wonder why you’re really here.” He chuckled. “Will it offend you to know I’m here to get chocolate for my girlfriend?” She let out a relieved sigh and sat down on the stool. “Not at all. I guess after the night I had, I assumed the worse.” His brow wrinkled with his frown. “Why?” “Derrick. Need I say more?” “What did that slimeball do this time?”

A sneer appeared on one side of her mouth. “He wants another chance. I’ve given him too many. I’m done.” “I’m not him, but if he gives you any shit, give me a call. I’ll bring some of the guys and we’ll make him understand it’s good and over.” She smiled. “Sorry, I snapped at you.” “No worries. I get it. Though, when have you ever known me to chase a woman who wasn’t interested?” She snorted. “True, and even then you’re sweet, and offer to help. Now, tell me about this girlfriend. Anyone I know?” He shook his head, a smirk on his lips. “Nope, but she’s opening a

boutique a few doors down.” “Mon Armoire? How did you meet her?” “Yeah. That’s the place. She moved in across the street from me not that long ago. Mila’s been her best friend since they were kids. She runs marathons, about to be a local business owner, and I want to do something nice for her. Thought I could put together a gift basket. She likes chocolate, especially dark, and loves caramel. Think you can help me out?” Arianna grinned. “I can’t wait to meet the woman who tamed you.” “Oh, you will sooner or later. I’m trying to figure out how to bring her into the community without making her

nervous.” “Nervous?” He shook his head. “Long story. Hook me up with your fanciest box of chocolates. I don’t care what the price is.” Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. “You really do like this one.” “I already said as much. Look, she’s different than anyone who’s come before. I don’t want to mess this up.” Arianna went to work putting stuff together. “What else will go in the gift pack?” He shrugged. “Figured I’d stop by the hobby store, grab a basket, then the aromatherapy shop for some items.” “She’s a lucky woman. I’m still in

shock you’re doing this for anyone.” He sighed. “I did get you flowers. But we only went out a few times before we realized it wasn’t going anywhere.” “I’m not one to force something that’s not there.” Arianna nodded to the door. “Go get the rest of the stuff. I’ll ring you up when you get back. And I’ll make sure to include only the best.” She winked. “I shouldn’t be long. Maybe you can help me pack the basket?” He left before she could answer. **** Ella sat, nervously fiddling with her hands, waiting for Dr. Eisman to call her into the office. Talking about

everything with a professional seemed like a great idea in the beginning. But sitting in the lobby with only the receptionist behind her desk made her feel like a bug under a microscope. Her glasses were in place, a hat pulled low over her eyes, baggy sweater, loose jeans. For some silly reason, though she kept her face down, she kept thinking someone would figure out her other identity. Then again, she planned to tell a complete stranger the secret that terrified her. The door opened and Ella looked up. A short man with a solid build walked passed her and tipped his head before leaving the lobby. “Ms. Cross, I’m ready for you

now,” a pleasant voice called. She looked up and found an older woman with a kind smile. Immediately, Ella relaxed. “That’s me.” She stood and walked as calmly as she could manage across the room to the door. Dr. Eisman stepped aside. “Please take a seat.” Sitting in the chair closest the door, Ella flexed her sweaty hands, then rubbed them over her thighs. “First, I need to know you’ll keep my secrets,” she blurted out. “That is part of my job. That and to help you find the strength to battle your demons.” “Where do I start?” “The beginning is usually the best

place.” Ella sucked in a breath and started slow. “My legal name is Ella Cross. My mother gave me the name Ella, but my last name was something else. I changed it legally after a man took me against my will and held me for a couple days. I don’t remember much of the ordeal. Though, before I left Hollywood, I was an actress. Raven Star.” Dr. Eisman nodded slowly. “That’s why you look familiar. I remember hearing about the accident, the abduction, and your retirement from acting.” Ella nodded. “Yeah. A close friend suggested I might be suffering from PTSD. I’m prone to panic attacks with a

few triggers. I get anxious for no apparent reason. Part of it is the fact my stalker is still out there. I think I’ve figured out who he is, but I didn’t believe it was possible until the other night, and even then, I can’t be sure.” “But you believe you know this man?” “The more I think about it, the more it has to be. Do I tell the police? Only a few close friends in town know about my life in Hollywood. I don’t want anything from my past to affect their opinion of me now. Also, I have no desire to ruin this quiet little town with paparazzi hanging around.” “Well, Ella. Your secret is safe with me. And it seems you have a grasp

on the problem. Why don’t you tell me the story in your own words and we can go from there?” That sounded so simple, and Dr. Eisman’s warm expression gave her courage. She told her about Logan, and how he made her skin crawl in high school. Then she explained about all the gifts her stalker left, about the accident, what she’d started to remember about those two days, and about all of her panic attacks during the last few weeks. Ella knew she’d talked far past her time, and Dr. Eisman listened, asking questions here and there. By the end of their session, a weight had been lifted from Ella’s shoulders. One larger than she’d even realized was there.

“You should talk to the police. Even if you don’t tell them your stage name. They can help look for Logan, or whoever the man stalking you now is. There is a chance it’s coincidence, but often our instincts are right.” “Trent has been trying to convince me to go to the authorities. Now, I need to figure out what to tell them. I know someone will eventually recognize me.” She smiled. “Someone other than a sweet seven-year-old boy.” Dr. Eisman nodded in amusement. “With your fame, I’m surprised no one has said anything yet. This may be a small town, but people know the name Raven Star.” She nodded. “I realize that. Maybe

it’s selfish, but I want people to know the real me, not the person the media portrays. I’m hoping when my secret does come out, they don’t think of me as a snotty star.” “Ella, how many stars are snotty?” “Most aren’t. We’re like everyone else. But that’s not what most fans think.” She sighed. “People make assumptions, in this case, they’re rarely true.” “Agreed. I think we’ve gotten off to a good start. I want to give you my number in case you have another panic attack, but I expect to see you again in a week unless you need me sooner.” “Thank you. Wow. You listened to me for two hours. I don’t mind paying

you for the extra time.” She shook her head. “No. I’m happy you were my last appointment. You needed to talk and were ready. We’re nowhere near done, but it’s a far better start than what I usually see.” “I’ll make an appointment in the morning. Thank you.” “I’ve already put you down. If you need to reschedule, you can. And if you need me before then, call anytime.” She handed Ella the card. “Until then.” Ella left, relieved it had been far easier than she ever expected. Though today had been a good day. Next time might not be so easy.

Chapter 26 Trent wasn’t waiting outside her house, and Ella was admittedly disappointed. He didn’t have a key, and they had parted ways after the shop. Then again, she was nearly two hours later than planned. A shiver traveled down her spine as she thought about the long conversation with Dr. Eisman. Had she trusted the woman too easily? Maybe Trent had come by, but she’d been gone so long. With a sigh, she pulled her phone out and sent a quick text. Hey, I’m home. Sorry, my appointment ran longer than I expected. I miss you.

She set the phone down and went to her room to change clothes, flipping lights on as she went. Her lips formed a smile when she found his t-shirt lying on the floor. When she picked it up, she breathed in his scent. Just a hint of cologne, his soap, mostly just him. God, she missed him. Before she could get too sappy, she folded the shirt and laid it on the dresser before changing. A knock echoed up to her room as she fastened her pants. Ella ran down the stairs and peeked out the window. Trent stood there with a smile. She threw the door open. Trent’s lopsided grin made her melt inside. “Would you let me inside?” he

asked with his hands still behind his back. Her eyes narrowed playfully. “What do you have?” “Let me in, and you’ll find out.” Ella moved out of the way and Trent entered, still facing her, hiding whatever he hid behind his back. A thrill of excitement danced through her. “What’s going on, Trent?” “Well, I would really like to take you on a proper date. Right after I give you a welcome gift. I’m actually kind of glad your appointment ran late because it gave me more time to put this together.” He presented the basket to her, anxious for her reaction. Warmth spread through her,

including a soft blush as she smiled. She met his pale blue eyes. “Trent, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She took the basket, looking through the contents. Chocolates, bath supplies, a couple of books, and a silk robe. He had clearly put a lot of thought into the gift. Her heart raced. “You didn’t need to do this.” “Need to? No. But I want you prepared for long days running your shop, or nights when your fears haunt you. You can relax and think of me. Otherwise, I’ll be here, making sure you forget about any problem we can’t immediately fix.” “You’re too sweet. And here I thought you weren’t coming.”

He sat the basket aside. “Why? Did counseling not go well?” “Oh. It did. I didn’t see any lights on at your place, and I was so late. I thought maybe you’d be upset.” “Not at all. I’ll admit I was starting to worry, though. At least, until I remembered taking Metcalf to his first appointment. He sat in there for hours.” “She didn’t stop me when I went over the hour. I didn’t even realize how long I’d been in there until I finally stopped talking. Telling her everything helped so much more than I can say.” “I won’t tell anyone anything you tell me.” “I know that now, but I didn’t at first, and talking to a therapist is

different than talking to you. She helps guide me through the emotions. You want to slaughter Logan, or whoever took me.” “If it’s someone other than Logan, then I want to slaughter them both.” He smiled slightly. “I get it, though. Ella, I want to be whatever you need. I don’t have to be the only one you turn to, but I want you to reach for me whenever you need me.” Her heart swelled. The connection between them was more than chemistry and it scared the hell out of her. She’d trusted before and had been burned. Luckily, the past didn’t compare to the present. Ella took another look at the basket

and made note of the scents. She had to smile at his attention to detail. “Let me run these upstairs, and while I’m at it, do I need to change for whatever you’re planning tonight?” She couldn’t help noticing his slacks and button-down shirt. His attire was fancier than what he normally wore. She liked the change. “That’s up to you. We’re staying in town, but I’m taking you to a steakhouse instead of the diner. That is, if you’re up for it.” “Sounds divine. I’ll be ready in a few.” She took the basket upstairs and set it on the dresser before slipping into a dress and freshening her makeup. Ella

almost walked out the door before remembering the glasses. Trent stood, leaning against the back of the couch. “Gorgeous.” He pushed away from the furniture and strode to her. “I’ve never craved a woman more than you.” “If I weren’t hungry, I’d make you show me.” His eyes darkened as they traveled down her body. “Anything you want, when we get back, it’s yours.” “A bath. You and me, wet and naked.” He groaned, pulling her toward the door. “Dinner, then I’ll enjoy washing you from head to toe.”

**** Trent drove Ella to Long Ride Steakhouse and parked. “Allow me to get the door?” Her dazzling eyes sparkled. “Sure.” She wet her lips as she watched him round the car to open her door. He wanted to take her somewhere in the woods and make love to her under the stars. In fact, ideas swirled through his head as he opened the door and took her hand. She stepped down beside him and he leaned in to take a kiss from her sweet lips. “I should have ordered out and brought it over,” he murmured. “Don’t want to show me off?”

“Oh, I do. Don’t want anyone thinking you’re unattached.” “You do realize you’re the only man to hit on me since I moved here.” “Only because you haven’t been out much. In fact, I want to bring you to town the night we all play pool. That is, if you’re interested.” “As long as no one minds. I’m horrible at it.” “Come hang out with us. Mila and Kyle will be there. Gavin and Cadence. Most people in town are friendly.” “I’d have to agree. At least, everyone I’ve spoken to so far. I keep meaning to explore, but then I get nervous. Running is easy. I might wave as I pass, offer a smile, but no one really

bothers me while running.” “Except me,” Trent murmured. “I couldn’t let you run without me.” “I’m glad you joined me.” He grinned. “Me too. I found a great trainer.” He pulled her toward the door, then slipped his arm around her. “Relax. No need to be nervous.” She snorted. “Easier said than done. I’m in this weird state of waiting for people to start snapping pictures because it was my life for the last twelve years, and waiting for Logan, or whoever to show up.” “No one knows where you are. Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.” He planned to keep a close eye on her to make sure no one who seemed out

of place came near to hassle her. They stepped inside the restaurant and she looked up at him. “Do you know any of the police? Someone who would keep my secret?” He stopped her in her tracks. “All of them would, Ella. You might be most comfortable talking to Marissa. Her brother works with me, and I’ve known her a long time. She would know what needs to be shared with the department, and what she could safely keep to herself while still providing you with the protection you need.” “Thank you. Maybe you could get me her number? I know you work tomorrow. It’s a detail I need to handle.” “Sure thing.” Ella walked ahead of

him. He caught up and threaded his fingers through hers. The hostess smiled. “Welcome to Long Ride Steakhouse, Trent, and…” “Ella, my girlfriend. And this is Melanie. Ella’s opening a boutique on Main Street soon.” “Ooh, I was wondering what was going in there. How exciting. We need a clothing shop closer to home.” Ella lit up. “You should come by. The grand opening is in two weeks.” Melanie looked to Trent. “Just you two?” He grinned. “This is a date.” Melanie grinned. “Wow, okay, right this way.” Ella gave him a curiously raised

brow. He shrugged. Mila had already told her about his reputation. Though he didn’t feel he’d actually earned the title man-whore. Once they were seated and Melanie walked away, Ella leaned over the table with a smirk and whispered. “She one of your past hookups?” He shuddered inwardly. “No. Come on, she’s barely nineteen. I’m not that big of an ass.” “Never said you were an ass,” Ella offered lightly, amusement dancing in her gorgeous eyes. “She seemed surprised you were with a girlfriend.” “I dated. I don’t think I called any of them girlfriend. None of them were you. I’ve had sparks, but never fire.”

She shivered, the corners of her mouth tipping up. “Hopefully, it’s more than that with me.” “Ella, you and I are an inferno.” God, he wanted to touch her, to pull her into his arms, and lay his mouth on hers, taste her lips. A familiar voice interrupted. “Evening, Trent. Who’s this?” Forcing a smile, he glanced up at Rene. She’d caused plenty of trouble for Kyle when Mila first showed up. And yeah, he had turned her down. She’d been pissed until she met the man she was still with months later. The guy seemed to be everything Rene had been looking for, and her bitchiness had calmed. Hopefully, she wasn’t having a

relapse. “Evening, Rene. This is Ella, my girlfriend. Ella, this is Rene, Gavin’s sister.” Ella smiled and offered her hand. “Nice to meet you, Rene. I love that dress.” Rene grinned, studying Ella as if she might recognize her. Finally, she replied, “Thank you. Unfortunately, I have to drive an hour to do any good shopping around here.” “Hopefully, not for long. I’m opening a boutique on Main Street.” “Designer clothes?” “Some. I plan to hand pick what I carry. In a town like this, I want to cater to everyone, but they won’t all want

designer. Though, I do have my favorites.” “Finally, I can’t wait to see what you carry. Anyway, I should get back to Theo. Good luck with this one. Maybe you’ll be the one to tame him.” She nodded to Trent with a smile and walked back to her table. Ella met his gaze. “She’s nice.” Trent snorted and shook his head as if shaking cobwebs. “She has her moments. Rene is the one who gave Mila hell when she moved here.” “She mentioned that. Maybe Rene has learned her lesson? It’s really hard to hate Mila. I don’t know anyone who ever managed to for long.” “Why is that?”

“She’s too nice. I can count the number of times she said anything unflattering about anyone on one hand. And she’s always kept me grounded.” He nodded. “Though she warned you about me.” Ella tipped her head side to side. “Not exactly. She cautioned me about your past, then encouraged me to at least see where things went.” A chuckle bubbled up. “I need to thank her.” “Me too.” She captured his hand and smiled. “I might have pushed you away harder if it weren’t for her.” He almost admitted he would have chased harder if she had, but that probably would have backfired with her

past. The way they’d come together worked out so much better.

Chapter 27 Ella sat curled in the passenger seat, facing Trent. He stole a glance her direction. “You coming back to my place tonight?” Ella trailed her fingers over his thigh. A nice long bath with Trent sounded like the perfect end to a long day, and a great way to start the night. His sexy grin appeared. “I can’t stop thinking about you naked, wet, and covered in bubbles.” “I’ll put music on, dim the lights, and start the bath. I can’t do candle’s but…” She closed her eyes, trying to fend off memories. “Don’t need candles. Besides, I

plan to be too busy focusing on you to remember blowing them out.” He captured her hand and brought her fingers to his mouth. “Don’t forget the chocolate.” He wrapped his lips around her fingertips and curled his tongue over her flesh, sucking gently. She pressed her thighs together against the building desire. “Drive faster,” she moaned. His chuckle danced from his mouth and he didn’t even try to contain the grin as he pulled her fingers away and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Fast as I dare.” He trailed his fingers up her palm to entwine them with hers while tossing her a seductive smile. She couldn’t remember ever feeling

so desired. Snuggling closer, she caressed his thigh and covered his hard length, squeezing gently. Trent eased her hand away, trying to soften the gesture with a warning smirk. “Patience. We’re almost home.” She pouted and pushed back in her seat. “Don’t be like that,” he groaned. “I’m tempted to pull over and forget the bath and everything else.” Luckily, he pulled into her driveway and she raced to the door. His hands wrapped around her waist as she shoved the key into the deadbolt. “Slow down, Ella. We have all night,” he purred against her ear. “Need you,” she answered,

throwing the door open and stepping inside. The slamming door made her jump as she dropped her purse on the side table. Then the lock clicked as she dealt with the alarm. Trent pulled her back against his chest. His lips grazed her ear. “Start that bath. I’ll be right up.” “Why not come with me?” “I’m forcing myself to learn some patience. Otherwise, I’m bending you over the nearest surface until Mila and Kyle figure out what we’re doing.” Her breath caught, but she forced herself to speak. “What’s the difference between that happening now, and in a few minutes when you join me?” “Go.”

When she leaned closer, she sucked his bottom lip between hers. “We can always bathe after.” “Uh-uh, go.” He kissed her and she opened, brushing her tongue against his. When she tried to turn, his hand locked on her hip. “Trust me,” he whispered. “Hurry, or I’ll start without you.” She stepped away and he released her. Ella instantly missed his touch. One exaggerated step at a time, she started up the stairs, reaching back to unzip the dress. His muttered curse sent a thrill down her spine. He wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him. So why was he waiting?

“Ella, don’t take long,” he called as she reached the top landing. Turning, she slid the dress down her shoulders and let it fall around her ankles, revealing the fact she wore nothing beneath. “You’re the one stalling.” “Not stalling. Preparing. You like surprises, don’t you?” “Sometimes.” She realized it was useless debating with him and gave up as she kicked off her shoes and went to the bathroom to start the water. Two minutes later, her hair was piled on top her head in a messy bun and bubbles were floating on the steaming water. It sounded as if Trent was moving furniture. She couldn’t imagine why. She

slipped into the tub and lay back, grabbing the loofah sponge. All the bath stuff he’d given her smelled wonderful. She rubbed the soap into the sponge, creating a lather. Ella almost called Trent to her but bit her lip and decided to give him a few more moments. Maybe she could start without him. Taking the loofah, she dragged the rough edge lightly across her skin, then circled a nipple in a pattern of bigger to smaller, from one tight tip to the other. Sensation pulsed through her, ending at her clit. Needing more, she caressed down her body with her free hand and brushed her finger over the sensitive bead.

Close, so close, and he wasn’t even in the room. “Trent, need you.” She barely heard his footsteps draw closer as she teased her nipple, and moaned when she pressed two fingers into her tight channel. Finally, he stepped into the doorway. His voice was rough, “Come for me. I want to watch.” Ella didn’t need further encouragement. Her eyes slid shut as she pushed a third finger in, pumping slowly while rubbing the heel of her thumb over her clit. A desperate whimper escaped as a rhythm built faster, imagining his fingers replacing hers and his teeth scraping over her nipple. Her eyes popped open

at the sound of his belt opening. There he stood. Across the steamy room, already shirtless, pushing down his jeans and boxer-briefs. His thick cock sprang free and she couldn’t help licking her lips. Trent wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked. “Don’t even think it. I want to sink deep inside your body.” “Then get in the tub,” she pleaded. “First, come for me. Fall off the edge. Then I’ll make you come again.” Nodding slowly, she focused on her clit, rubbing harder as she dropped the sponge and pinched her nipple. She let the cry escape as she rocketed over the edge, but she kept flicking her finger over her bead, drawing out the pleasure.

“Scoot forward, Ella,” Trent commanded. She didn’t argue. Once she was seated in the center of the tub, Trent slid in behind her. Ella started to turn until he pulled her back to recline against his chest. She relaxed against him, tempted to beg him to do something, anything, but curiosity about what he planned kept her silent. “Beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, then pressed his lips against her pulse point. One hand caught her chin, pulling her head back on his shoulder as he sucked and kissed up the column of her throat while his other fingertips traced a path down her body.

**** Trent was so damned hard, he ached. First, he wanted to worship her and wipe out any lingering memories from the counseling session. Finally, he wanted to show her what he felt because it was too soon for words. He sucked her earlobe, causing her fingers to trail up his thighs while he slid two fingers into her depths. “Need more,” she moaned, rocking her hips to push him deeper. “Lean against the edge of the tub, your ass out of the water.” She didn’t hesitate to follow his direction. Trent shifted behind her new position, sinking inside.

“So deep,” she gasped, dropping her head to rest on her hand. His intention was to go slow until she was begging for more, but her walls tightened and he couldn’t resist thrusting faster. She pushed back, and he gripped the rim of the tub with one hand, wrapping his arm around her, to pull her back against his chest as he took her hard. Ella turned her face, capturing just enough of his mouth as he pounded into her. She nipped at his lips, sucked at his tongue, seemingly desperate for more. He squeezed her breast, pulling at her nipple, keeping their rhythm hard and fast. She fell forward, catching herself on the edge of the tub, crying out.

Trent thrust twice more, following her into release. Bending down, he kissed her shoulder blade. “Mmm, Trent.” He pulled her back with him, settling against the other side. “Worth the wait?” “Mmhmm. Hope you’re planning to stay put. I’m not ready to move. Not sure the muscles remember how.” He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. “Right here, for as long as you want.” **** After their fingers and toes had become pruny, Ella took one last kiss and climbed out of the tub, grabbing a

towel. Trent pressed in behind her, taking charge of the towel and drying her body. “Mmm, baths are better with you,” she murmured. “A lot of things are better with you.” She spun the towel away from him. “Hopefully everything.” “I have no doubt. I told you, we’re an inferno.” “So, what were you doing downstairs? Before joining me.” “Setting up for the rest of the night.” “That so?” “Mmhmm, so come on down. We can eat chocolate and watch something.” She froze, wondering what he’d

done. One corner of his mouth tipped up and he kissed her nose. “Don’t worry, Ella. No Raven Star movies. Not until you’re ready to give me a chance to prove I’m not going to act differently with you next to me.” “Did you bring one?” she asked softly. “The first Midnight Daughter.” She winced. “Can I ask why?” “The second is my favorite, but I figured we could start at the beginning when you’re ready.” “Not because you think I had something with Ryan?” He shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I trust you when you say things were never like that

between you two.” A small smile formed on her lips. “All right. We can watch it.” He paused, watching her for a moment. “Are you going to enjoy watching your movie?” She nodded. “I never accepted a part I wasn’t interested in playing. Watching my movies isn’t the problem. It’s men’s reactions. Sometimes even female friends, though that’s not as bad.” “Why would women care?” She sighed. “Because a lot of women want my co-stars.” His lips quirked. “I’m in no rush to watch it. I recently watched the whole series. So you choose what you want to watch. I have several movies

downstairs.” She wanted to prove she could do it, and also allow him to show her he wouldn’t be the same as every man she’d been with. “All right.” Trent reached into the basket and helped her into the silk robe. She hadn’t noticed the matching silk panties that went with it. “Now don’t expect me to keep my hands to myself.” She grinned. “What are you wearing?” He held up a single finger. “Why don’t you go down and pick a movie? You’ll see when I get there.” Ella left him to go downstairs, shaking her head on the way. She put her movie in the machine and made herself

comfortable on the pile of pillows and blankets. Trent had created a movie den. He dropped down beside her and opened the box of chocolates, holding out a dark chocolate one for her. She opened her mouth and savored the piece, then hit play on the remote. His silk pajama-clad legs tangled with hers and she had to grin. He turned to her with a smile as the title screen came up. “You didn’t have to pick this one.” “I trust you.” “Well, I do get the real thing, which is far superior to the movies.” He leaned in and took a kiss before offering another chocolate.

She let the morsel melt on her lips and groaned deep in her throat. “Are these from the chocolate shop on Main?” “They are.” He sighed. “And before anyone can tell you, I did date the owner for a while. It ended amicably.” “All spark, no flame?” she teased. Trent laughed softly. “Yeah. We’re friends still. Not that I hang out with her.” “Trent, stop. I trust you. I just wanted to know so I could get more if the mood strikes. Now let’s watch this movie.”

Chapter 28 For the first time in a long time, Trent wanted to call in and play hooky. But Ella had convinced him to go because she had work to do too. After the night they’d shared, he wanted to keep her in bed the rest of the day. Trent walked into the firehouse. Before he had a chance to stow his gear, Kyle pulled him aside. Gavin followed. Both looked concerned. Kyle said, barely above a whisper, “We might have a problem.” “Why? What’s going on?” Trent asked. Gavin ran a hand through his hair. “My sister is a fucking moron. She

posted a picture of Ella last night. The damned thing is blowing up.” Trent’s head whipped toward Gavin. “What do you mean?” Gavin held up his phone, showing an Instablast picture of Trent and Ella. Her glasses were in place, her fingers dragging through her hair, and a smile on her lips. She did resemble a character she’d played in a romantic comedy. He’d seen the movie a dozen times with his sister, never admitting he wanted to watch Raven Star. The caption said, OMG, she looks just like Raven Star. Could it be? #WheresRavenStar #IsRavenHiding #SmallTownRaven Trent took a slow breath. “Call her,

have her take it down.” “First, what the hell is going on. I mean, Ella does look like Raven Star, but she’s so down to earth. Who the hell would believe she’s a movie star?” Trent looked to Kyle for help. “He’s not going to say a word. You know him as well as I do. His sister might be dumb as a rock, but Gavin wants to help.” Gavin’s mouth fell open. “Wait, she’s really Raven?” Nodding, Trent looked around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. “This needs to stay quiet. She retired from acting and just wants a fresh start. Not to mention the asshole stalking her doesn’t know where she is. Can you

get your sister to take it down? Maybe tell her she has a stalker, and tell her she’s not a famous movie star?” Gavin nodded but didn’t look too hopeful. “I’ll try. She has 400,000 likes and thousands of comments. Not to mention shares. She’s going to hold onto her fifteen minutes of social media fame.” “Please try. Some asshole ran her off the road. She had a concussion. He kept her for two days. Do you really think she needs to be found again?” “Might be too late. It’s all over the place,” Gavin pointed out. He pressed a few more buttons and brought up a search engine full of brand new headlines saying things like Is Raven

Star in Lakeridge, California, Raven Star Found in Small Town. “This is fucking perfect,” Trent muttered. Gavin shook his head. “I’ll call Rene, but I make no guarantees.” He walked outside. Kyle patted his shoulder. “What are you going to do?” “Shit, I don’t know. This is exactly what Ella was afraid of. She figured it was only a matter of time before someone found out.” “I can’t imagine what she’s going through.” “I hope she doesn’t decide to disappear again.” “Mila can talk her down. She’s not

going to run. Ella’s already invested in her shop, in you. Maybe she’ll contact the police now.” “Is Isandro here? I thought maybe I could get his sister’s number for Ella. Figured maybe she’d be the best person for her to talk to.” “Yeah, he’s in the weight room. I’ll find you when Gavin gets off the phone. We’ll keep an eye on her too.” “I don’t know, man. Do you really want your wife and kids alone with her when this guy shows up?” “No, but they’re both smart. They aren’t going to let anyone in. Especially if Ella is right about this guy’s identity.” “Yeah, I hope so.” Trent made his way to the weight room. A couple of the

guys gave him questioning looks. They all knew who he’d been spending all his time with. If they started asking shit, he was liable to lose it. He pushed the door open and strode up to Isandro, who set down the barbells. “Hey, can we talk?” Trent asked. “Sure. What’s going on?” “Outside, away from prying ears.” “This have anything to do with that woman you’ve been seeing?” “You already know?” “Everyone knows what Rene posted. What does that have to do with me?” Trent nodded toward the door and headed that direction. He glanced back

once he stepped into the sunlight. Isandro wiped his face off with a towel and followed. Once outside, Isandro asked, “Okay, so what’s going on?” “I need to get your sister’s number. Ella’s been through some shit. She’s nervous around a lot of people and particularly about some guy who was stalking her before she moved out here.” His brow wrinkled. “So what they’re saying is true?” “Who’s saying what?” Trent ground out. “Some of the guys think she’s really Raven Star. Something about an abduction, a fire, and then she disappeared.”

“This just keeps getting worse.” “I’m just repeating what I heard. You know me, I’m not talking. Doesn’t matter if she is or not. Either way, give me your phone and I’ll add Marissa’s number. She’ll be happy to help. And if there’s anything I can do, let me know.” “Thanks. I appreciate it.” He handed over the phone, choosing to trust Isandro. The guy was often quiet but always willing to help if a friend needed it. “And yeah, Ella is who they’re saying, but until Rene posted that picture, only my nephew suspected. But he’s seven, so who was going to believe that?” Isandro shrugged. “In this little town, why would anyone think it was

her?” “Rene’s an idiot.” “Give your girl a call. The sooner she talks to Marissa, the sooner they can figure out what to do about this guy.” **** On her morning jog through town, Ella noticed the extra attention and stares. She couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. Her pulse raced when she jogged up her driveway and found Mila and a policewoman standing there at her front door. Ella hurried to meet them, dread rolling through every nerve. Had someone learned her secret? “Morning. Is something wrong?”

Mila nodded. “Someone took a picture. Pretty sure it was innocent, but the woman is a moron.” Ella’s mouth dropped open. It was so rare for Mila to say anything negative about anyone. The woman next to her pushed her black hair behind her ear and offered her hand. “I’m Marissa Cortez. I believe Trent mentioned I could talk to you?” “Yeah. Here, let’s go inside. Want some water or something?” she asked, digging her key out of her pocket and letting them inside. Several emotions warred within. What had Trent told Marissa? Once again, he’d talked to someone about her problem before checking with her. On the other hand, he

saw the problem and was trying to help. She didn’t know what to think. “No, thank you,” Marissa replied. Mila squeezed Ella’s shoulder. “I’m fine, thanks though.” Ella walked straight to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. After a long drink, she returned to the living room where the two women sat. “So, what happened? How worried should I be?” Marissa pulled out her phone and turned it to show Ella the picture from the night before. She saw the similarity between a role she played and the picture and winced. Then she read the caption and started pacing. “That’s not how I wanted my past

to come out.” Marissa frowned. “Slow down, Ella. Tell me what’s going on, from the beginning. Trent says you’re worried about a particular man finding you, as well as the media.” Facing the policewoman, she nodded. “Yeah. That’s about it. More than a year ago, I decided to finish the movies I had contracts for, then walk away from acting. My brother thought I needed a break, but he’s my agent and doesn’t understand I was already having trouble dealing with the media every time I stepped outside. He tried to convince me to take a long vacation and reevaluate where I stood when I came back.” She shook her head with a sad

laugh. “I was on my way to that vacation when everything went to shit.” Ella told Marissa everything that happened, and what she could remember of her stalker. “Okay, and Mila says you may know who this guy was?” “Yeah. It might sound crazy. He’s supposed to be dead. But there was this guy in high school. Logan Poole. He was…” “Obsessed with you,” Mila filled in. Ella winced “I don’t know, he showed up everywhere and followed me around. He finally got up the guts to ask me to prom, but I turned him down. Guy gave me the willies just by walking in a room. There was no way I would go on

a date with him, much less be alone with him.” “Then what?” Marissa asked. “Well, the night of the dance, I went with the guy I’d been seeing on and off all senior year. Logan’s house burned down that night. Police said the fire started in his room.” Every time she told this part, a chill ran down her spine. “Everyone in the house died. His parents, his little brother, and him.” She rubbed her arm, looking Marissa in the eye. “I felt really guilty about turning him down after that. Somehow I wondered if he might have lived if he’d been at prom with me. He’s why I left for Hollywood the day after graduation.” Marissa nodded. “Who said Logan

died?” “The newspaper. I didn’t know his family. He was already eighteen. I guess he could have left. But the guy who held me captive had the same steel gray eyes, and similar features. My captor wore a thick beard, but I recognized a resemblance. It’s been twelve years, though.” Marissa wrote down a few things, then asked, “Anything else to go on?” Ella shuddered. “Yeah, his hands had severe burn scars. I remember how wrong his touch felt. I hadn’t even thought about that factor until the other day. The guy who held me knew my name was Ella. Mila and my brother were the only ones who knew my real

name. And with that post, the media may show up to investigate. Which means my stalker can follow them here, even if he isn’t Logan.” “I take it they never found a body in the fire at the warehouse, and he managed to escape?” Marisa asked. “I believe so. And the police never took it seriously, before or after the attack. Which made my decision to settle down in a quiet town easier. I want a normal life, out of the spotlight.” She rubbed at her head. “Doesn’t look like I’m going to get that.” “Let me see what I can find. If he’s still alive, maybe I can find him. In the meantime, I’ll set up a patrol.” Marissa’s solution didn’t make her

feel any better, but she wasn’t going to argue. It was a start. “I’m going to be at the boutique a lot during the next few days, setting up. Chances are I’ll hide in there, curtains drawn and hope everyone leaves me alone.” Ella sighed and looked over at Mila. “I don’t want this to get crazy.” Mila squeezed her hand. “Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it. Maybe we can convince the residents you aren’t her.” “Yeah, I hope so,” Ella muttered. “At least for a little while.” Marissa dipped her head. “Here’s my card. If you think of anything, call me. We’ll do our best to keep you safe.” “Thank you.”

Marissa shook her hand before leaving. Turning to Mila, Ella’s brow arched. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” “I’m still on maternity leave. Dee wanted to hang out with Valor. So I’m here for moral support, and to help you with Mon Armoire.” “Mila, you don’t have to do that. I wasn’t lying. I’m planning to spend my day at the shop getting stuff ready. If people start swarming, I’m going to push back the store opening.” “Can’t say I blame you. Though I want to come with you and help. You can buy me lunch if you insist.” “How about breakfast too?”

Mila smiled. “I ate, but I could manage some tea.” Ella smiled, relieved she wouldn’t be alone. “Let me grab a quick shower, then we can go.” “Sounds good.” Ella hurried up the stairs and picked up her phone. There were four missed calls from Trent and a slew of texts. Instead of looking or reading, she held her breath as she dialed. He answered immediately. “Hey, are you okay?” “Yeah. About to hop in the shower.” “Oh?” he asked, a bit breathless. Smiling, she leaned against the wall. “Yeah. I went for a run. Then Mila

and Marissa showed up. Thank you for calling her.” He sighed. “I tried to call you first. I didn’t figure you’d want to wait with the amount of views Rene was getting off that damned post. I didn’t even consider you’d gone for a run. I was worried you were going to leave town.” She smiled to herself. Thoughtful, sweet, and concerned about her. “I’m not letting some asshole drive me away from my new life. I just need to figure out how to stop him, and the media.” “Sorry about that. I had no clue some idiot would post anything about you.” “I knew it was a possibility, actually inevitable. Just a matter of time.

Not your fault, and it sounds like nobody likes this woman much.” “Ask Mila, she’ll explain why. But yeah. She’s not the sharpest tack in the box.” Ella grinned. “To set your mind at ease, I’m not going anywhere, other than the shop. I’ll be in town all day. Mila’s coming with me. I guess she doesn’t want me alone so I won’t do anything dumb.” “No one thinks you’re stupid. And with this guy out there, it’s best if you aren’t alone. If I wasn’t working. I’d be there with you right now.” “I appreciate that. Now, I should go. Mila’s waiting for me downstairs.” “I’ll see you when I’m off work?”

Trent asked. “You bet.” “Bye, Ella.” “Later, Trent.” She hung up and flipped on her laptop before hopping in the shower for a quick rinse-off. When she came back to check the computer, she had a dozen emails from Ryan and another from Sam. She wrote back to Ryan first. Hey R, Yeah, I know about the picture. Not sure how or why, but that’s not going away until a few people see me and assume I’m not Raven.

Thanks for the concern. I’m okay, and I’m not leaving right now. I have too much going on to. And yeah, I really like that guy. We’ll talk soon. Your friend She sat back and reread Sam’s email. Sis, Why are you all over social media? Thought you were keeping a low profile. I’m trying to

lead your friend away so he can get himself busted, but that’s not going to be easy if he sees what’s blasting all over the place. The TV gossip shows are going to jump on that tonight. Be careful. I’m doing what I can to keep him from you. Your brother She shifted in her seat and wrote back. To the best big brother,

This isn’t your fault. It’s not mine either. I knew it was a possibility. It’s not your job to protect me. You be safe. I am surrounded by a community who wants to help. Go back to your thing. I’ll see you soon. I need to be settled before I invite you out. Love ya, Your sister She grabbed a sweater and hurried downstairs. Mila looked up from the

mess in the living room. “Dare I ask what happened here?” Ella smirked. “Movie night. Though we didn’t really watch many movies.” “Just tell me the curtains were closed this time.” Laughing, Ella nodded. “Yeah. Trent thought this out before he joined me in the tub after our date.” “So he put that basket to work?” “Oh, he did. That man… damn, I’ve never experienced anything like him.” “Aren’t you glad you windowshopped?” Mila teased. “Yes, now come on, let’s get to Mon Armoire. I already called Trent, emailed Ryan, and my brother. Maybe I can forget about everything and focus on

what needs to be done. I may send you to answer the door if any media show up, though.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you.”

Chapter 29 About noon, the media started gathering outside the boutique. By four in the afternoon, Ella’s anxiety was through the roof, but she was trying to push her way through it. She needed air but certainly couldn’t step outside. “I’m not leaving,” Ella whispered. “I’ll hide out here until they all leave.” She slid down the wall in her office and buried her face in her hands. “Go home. No reason to make Kyle or your little girl worry. Don’t make Dee keep Valor all night.” “I don’t want to leave you.” Mila sat down across from Ella. “Dee would understand.”

She couldn’t look at her oldest friend, see the sadness and hear the pain in her voice. “Go. You belong with your family. Trent will probably come after he gets off shift anyway.” Not that he was much better. Ella wanted to hide until everyone went away. “I’m sure he will. He’ll likely drag Kyle and some others with him to clear out the media.” Ella’s head jerked side to side. “That’s only going to cause suspicion. Go. It won’t last,” she pleaded, chancing a glance. Mila sat there, a vigil of support she didn’t want at the moment. Mila shook her head. “Until someone gets here to be with you, I’m not leaving. You can’t make me. I want

to be sure you’re okay, and I can’t do that if you’re here all alone.” “Call Dee, at least.” Ella’s heart stopped when the echo of sirens blasted, heading their direction. “What’s going on?” she practically shrieked, pressing back against the wall. Mila checked her phone and laughed softly. “Trent talked the guys into coming out here. They’re going to get you out of here one way or another, without the media seeing.” “What?” Ella shook her head, her heart thumping as the sirens drew closer. The truck stopped right outside the shop. Ella covered her ears and tried to shut out the blaring noise as the edges of her vision grew dark. No matter how

deep she breathed, she couldn’t fill her lungs. “Bad idea,” she managed to get the words out. Mila’s hands curled around Ella’s shoulders. “Look at me, Ella.” She shook her head. “I can’t.” The sound of the sirens had become almost routine during the last few weeks in her new home. She’d gotten used to them, or so she thought. For some reason, with the fire engine parked right outside the, she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from everything. “They’re here to help.” Yeah, she knew that. Didn’t make a damned bit of difference. Her brain was on overload. Flashes of memory long suppressed

pulled her down, threatening to drown her. Ella’s hands had been bound above her head, but she lay on her side. His body curled around hers from behind. His scarred hands caressed thighs and stomach as he ground his erection against her ass. “Ella, my love.” Lips grazed her neck. “You’ll beg for me. You’ll see. You’ll beg me to forgive you for not accepting my love.” He groaned, gripping her tighter as his hips rocked harder. Her stomach rolled, but she made no move, hoping he believed she was unconscious. “Ella,” Mila shouted, “I need you to come back to me.”

The flashback wouldn’t let go. She rolled to her hands and knees and crawled near the wastebasket, throwing up. “Ella,” Mila tried again, but Ella hugged the can and wished Mila would leave. Finally, Mila’s footsteps moved away. Then, she heard the door. Maybe she’d given up and they’d all leave her alone. Thundering footsteps echoed down the hall. Too many of them. Ella scooted under the desk and curled into a ball, trying to hide. “Where is she?” Trent demanded. “She was just here,” Mila answered.

Ella couldn’t move, couldn’t think. The noise echoed in her head, lights dancing through the black of her lids though she knew she couldn’t see them from the back of the shop. A warm touch made her flinch away. All she could see in her imagination was the way Logan, or whoever, held her, his head on her breast as he stared up at her. “When did she get like this?” Trent asked. “When she heard the sirens,” Mila answered. “Shit. Isandro, tell Metcalf to cut the sirens, then have him come here, please.” “Sure, man.” More thundering

footsteps as Trent attempted to pull her out. On reflex, she flung his hands away and huddled tighter. The sirens stopped. Her pounding heart echoed in her head, blood rushing in her ears. Trent’s voice pushed at the creeping darkness. “Ella, the reporters and cameramen are gone.” When she didn’t respond, he continued, “Look at me, Ella. Please.” He lifted her chin and peeked through her hair. His pale blue eyes locked on hers. Reaching out, he cupped his hand around her knee. “I’m right here with you.” Ella shook her head and closed her eyes again.

“Tell me what to do,” he pleaded. “Trent, want me to try?” Metcalf asked from the hall. “Please, I have no clue how to get through to her.” The worry in his voice pulled at Ella, but she couldn’t find the strength to do more than burrow tighter into the corner under her desk. “Isandro’s standing guard at the door. No one is getting back here,” Metcalf explained as he came around the desk and knelt. Trent was halfway under the desk with Ella. “Hey, Ella,” Dave Metcalf said in a smooth voice. He gave her a sad smile. “I’ve been there. I know, it’s like you can’t think for the paralyzing fear gripping you. Memories are bubbling up.

You don’t know what’s real and what’s your imagination.” She nodded and closed her eyes again. “Not just that. Now it’s more details I couldn’t remember before.” Metcalf looked to Trent, who shrugged. He focused on Ella again. “Don’t think about that right now. We need to get you out of here. Mila’s going to lock up once we get you on the truck. Isandro’s bringing you a suit. It’s going to be big, but you’re getting on the truck and we’ll take you home.” She shook her head. “As long as they don’t come back, I won’t turn on the siren. I get it. The sound freaked me out for a while after the fire that broke me. Thing is, you live

down the road from the firehouse. Unless you move and break Trent’s heart, you’re stuck with the racket from time to time.” “N-not go-going anywhere,” she stammered. Another big fireman stepped around the desk. He crouched down. “Hey, Ella, I’m Isandro. Marissa’s brother. Come on out here. We’ll help you into the suit. No one could possibly recognize you once you’re dressed in this thing.” “A-all of y-you?” she asked in a whisper. Metcalf shoved Isandro. “No. Just Trent. That okay?” “Yeah.” “Come on, Bulldog.” Metcalf stood

and pulled Isandro with him. “We’ll be right outside waiting.” The door shut and Trent climbed out from under the desk and stretched his hand toward her. “Come on, darling. I’m right here, just you and me. You know me. I’ve tasted every last inch of your body. You have nothing to fear.” She flinched, memories flashing through her head again. Logan’s mouth on her shoulder, on her neck. “What is it?” Trent asked, snapping her mind back to reality. “Ne-need to call Dr. Ei-eisman.” **** Trent paused, thinking over what he’d said. Ella mentioned she had

flashbacks. Maybe that son of a bitch had put his hands and mouth on Ella. “Ella, I want to get you out of here. Before the crowd and reporters come back and figure out we’re sneaking someone away.” She crawled out from under the desk, and he took her hand, pulling her upright. “Okay,” she whispered. The fear in her tear-stained eyes unnerved him. A lump formed in his throat, and he barely got the words out “Would it help if Mila came back and I left?” Gripping an arm, she placed his hand over her racing heart and shook her head. “No. But maybe you should come with me to Dr. Eisman’s. I think you need to hear what I tell her. I don’t want

to say it twice.” “Okay.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead. “Tell me what I can do to help.” “You’re doing it.” “Okay. Let’s get you dressed and out of here. We got the press hounds to move away from the building, but that doesn’t mean someone isn’t still watching.” “Wouldn’t doubt it.” Her lips curved slightly as he held out the pants. “I would have stayed here until they left,” Ella admitted. “I wouldn’t have let you. I had to tell Isandro, Metcalf, and Gavin the truth, but I trust all three of them.” “It’s okay. I knew it wouldn’t stay a

secret forever.” He brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. “Gavin called Rene, convinced her to take down the post, but it was too late.” “Not surprising.” Ella let Trent help her into the suit. Within a few minutes, he put the helmet on her small head. He shrugged, trying not to laugh. “The suit is heavy, so it might be hard to walk, but I’m sure you’ve done stranger things in films. Come on, let’s get you to the truck.” **** Ella followed Trent without touching him. She was afraid how it

might look if she was clinging to a fireman and the crews were close enough to take pictures, or worse… video. She climbed into the back seat. Isandro turned in the front passenger seat to give her a nod. He was tall and broad, but his kind eyes set her at ease. “Doing better now?” “Sorry, sometimes the sirens trigger a panic attack.” Ella shrugged and took in the surroundings. The media crews were still down the street. She winced slightly. “Dare I ask what you told them?” Isandro smirked. “Told them to move their asses, there wasn’t anything newsworthy happening in a shop that was being remodeled.”

Ella nodded at the vans. “Doesn’t look like they bought it.” They weren’t coming closer though, so she started to relax in the fire truck. “Not much we can do about that. Hopefully, they don’t follow us back to the firehouse, but even if they do, one of us can get you home,” Isandro answered. “Gavin has a minivan. He’ll take you and Trent home. You can sit down low where no one will see you.” Ella blinked back tears. “Thank you.” Mila climbed onto the truck. “Least I can do,” Gavin chimed in. “Look, I’m sorry about my sister. She hadn’t even considered what could happen. Never dawned on her she was

right. I told her you get that, ‘OMG, she looks just like Raven Star,’ all the time and that’s how you wound up with a stalker. She pulled the post and photo as soon as I called and explained. Hell, she didn’t even give me shit when I asked her to delete the post. She said to tell you she’s sorry.” “I appreciate that. To be fair, my alter ego was going to come out sooner or later. Later would have been better, maybe after more people in town got to know me, but that post wasn’t meant to harm anyone. Don’t go too hard on her.” “I didn’t though I was tempted when I saw how stressed out Trent was when we told him about the post. And for the record, I thought Rene was crazy

when I saw it.” A smile lit her face and she took Trent’s hand. “Not what you expected of a movie star?” “Not at all, and I mean that in the best way possible,” Gavin admitted. Isandro snorted. “Can’t judge a book by its cover.” Gavin chuckled. “True enough.” Their easy banter went a long way to calming her racing heart. “We aren’t all divas and assholes. Most of us are the same as everyone else inside. It’s why I couldn’t handle all the stuff that came with acting.” “You did, for a long time,” Mila pointed out. Ella shrugged. “I coped. It wasn’t

really living.” She sucked in a breath. “You happen to get my phone?” “And your purse,” Mila answered. “Thanks. Sorry I—” “Don’t apologize,” Metcalf interrupted. “None of us mind. And there’s no need to thank any of us.” “He’s right,” Mila answered. Unsure what else to say, Ella sucked in a breath as they drove into the firehouse garage. Trent pulled her close and removed the helmet before whispering in her ear. “Wait until Isandro gives us the all clear, then we can figure out how to get you home without anyone noticing.” “Have a hoodie?” Ella asked. “Give me one minute and I’ll grab

one.” Trent waited for her nod before getting out of the truck. Mila handed over Ella’s purse before climbing down with Kyle. Gavin hopped out, and then Isandro tipped his head and jumped to the ground. Metcalf turned in his seat and met her gaze. “These guys all saw me at my lowest. You’re nowhere near where I was when I finally went to get help. Trent and Isandro dragged me kicking and screaming because they knew something was seriously wrong.” She sucked in a breath and shrugged. “I hate knowing this asshole has any power over me. He’s not even here and certain events trigger a slew of memories and dreams that freak me out.

Then I have trouble figuring out where I am and what’s going on. I don’t want to be like this forever. I need to be past it.” “I still have issues sometimes, but I know how to deal with it better. And I still call Dr. Eisman from time to time too. She’s great.” Ella winced as she forced a smile. “I don’t expect to be over it right away. Especially with him out there. But if he finds me, I need to at least be dealing better than I did tonight. I’m not even sure what triggered the attack because it started before I even heard the sirens.” “Stress. Knowing the media was right outside, possibly giving you away to your stalker.” Metcalf’s words and facial expression were telling. He

understood her fear and it was strangely comforting. “Yeah, that makes sense.” “I gave you my number. Anytime you need to talk, or want help finding your calm, call. I mean it.” “I will.” Trent climbed back onto the truck. “Here, let’s get you out of the suit, and into this.” She stood and he helped peel the jacket off before his hands landed on her waist. “You’re sure you’re okay?” “Much better. Still want to talk to Dr. Eisman. Find out what I can do when it gets bad again. I’m afraid it will. So tell Gavin to go home. I can hide in your truck just as easily as a minivan.” “Why don’t you call Dr. Eisman on

the way? I’ll drive that direction. Hopefully, she’ll be near her office and can meet us there.” Ella slipped into the sweater, and Trent zipped it up and pulled the hood over her head. She tucked her hair in and followed close behind Trent to his car. Surprisingly, the news vans hadn’t followed to the firehouse. She could only hope a more interesting event had happened and they’d forgotten about her. At least something not harmful to one of her peers. She pulled her phone out and pressed the therapist’s number. Dr. Eisman answered on the second ring. “Hello, Ella. How are you?” “Better than I was a little while

ago. Can I come to your office? I had a pretty bad attack.” “I saw the news. How long before you can be here?” Ella looked to Trent. “Ten minutes?” Dr. Eisman answered, “I’ll be there before you. Please have someone drive you, if possible.” “My boyfriend will be with me. “Good. I’ll see you shortly.”

Chapter 30 By the time Trent pulled his truck into the parking garage, Ella had relaxed. Well, maybe relaxed wasn’t the best description. She was crashing from the aftermath of the stress. Trent had wished they could drive down one of the logging roads and find a nice quiet spot. Maybe lay out a quilt in the back of the truck and stretch out with her under the stars until she stopped trembling. Getting her clinical help was more important. Ella’s eyes drooped again and stayed shut this time. He knew she needed to talk to Dr. Eisman, but damn it if he wasn’t tempted to take her home and tuck her into bed. Only after the day

she had, she’d probably have a repeat of the night she nearly left his place in a haze. He parked outside the clinic and climbed out of his truck. She had let out a big yawn and looked around. Before she could open the door, he did and helped her out. “If you’re hungry later, I’ll stop somewhere and pick up food to take home. You can stay hidden in the truck.” Her head tipped to the side, studying him. “And I’m not running tonight,” he warned. “Trent, if you don’t want to run this marathon, it’s okay. There will be more.”

“We’ll deal with all of that after you’re out of the spotlight. None of it is important compared to your safety.” “I don’t want this asshole to stop me from living my life.” “We’ll find a way to stop him. But let’s plan to do the marathon with the option of pulling out if need be. We can go back to running when things settle down.” “Okay.” He reached for her hand. “Are you ready?” She took a breath and started for the entrance. The only time he wanted to see her shaking like this was after he made her come so hard all worries evaporated, not from asshole reporters

who couldn’t leave her alone. A lump caught in his throat as he watched the fear on her beautiful face. Dr. Eisman smiled as she opened the door. “Ella, I’m sorry about your evening. Come inside.” She nodded to Trent. “Would you like Trent to come with us? Or wait out here?” “No. I want you with us.” She turned to Trent. “I don’t want to tell the story twice. Hell, I don’t even want to think about it now, but I need to get it out.” Trent turned her gently. “If it’s easier without me, I don’t mind.” Her eyes shimmered in the light. “I need the support. Unless you don’t think you can handle hearing about what I

think happened.” “I’m here every step of the way… as long as you want me.” “Please,” she whispered. His heart squeezed tight. He knew some of what to expect from helping Metcalf when he went through the worst of his problems. This would be a hell of a lot harder, more personal, but he wanted to be whatever she needed, even if it killed him. Dr. Eisman gave him a long look. He nodded in response and she led them through the reception area and to her office without a word. Trent sat at the end of the couch and let Ella choose a comfortable location. She surprised him by sitting right next to

him, still clinging to his hand. Only her gaze was locked on the wall furthest from anyone in the room. “I was fine when the media first pulled up in front of the shop. It was okay until I heard someone talking outside the door, speculating about what they’d ask once they managed to get inside. It got worse as the hours ticked by. The memories started and I went back to my office. That’s when I started to fall apart. I think Mila sent Trent a message. The sirens threw me off the edge, into a tailspin.” Dr. Eisman asked, “What were these memories?” “I’m not sure if I’m remembering or if my imagination is filling in the blanks.

Besides feeling his scarred hands on my stomach, my arms, my thighs, I remember his voice in my ear. Sounds just like Logan did in school. Some of it flashed through my head before tonight, but I got more after the media showed up.” “Memories can be tricky. Think about your escape. Do you remember the feel of his hands in the struggle?” “I don’t recall everything with so much going on. I remember my heart pounding in my head, and his weight when he tried to hold me down. He was too heavy to shove off me. His strength was more than I could handle when he pulled me back down the stairs.” Trent flinched, imagining some of

the ordeal. Ella turned her head and met his eyes. No hope. Only fear. He inched closer and wrapped his arm around her. “I’m right here, no matter what,” he promised, even as his heart twisted into knots. She leaned her head against his shoulder and told Dr. Eisman everything she could remember. Scattered images turned into full memories of words the asshole had spoken to her. The only thing keeping Trent’s rage in check was Ella’s need to cling to him for support. If Logan, or whoever the sick, demented fuck ever showed up, he was likely to land himself in jail when he beat the ever loving shit out of him.

More than an hour had passed before Ella stopped relaying her memories. The more she talked, the more that poured forth. Dr. Eisman assured her the breakthrough was normal. She’d bottled it up so long, repressing most of it, that it was bubbling to the surface. Although the doctor knew it wasn’t comfortable for the patient, it was a sign the mending process had started. After discussing ways to break out of the panic, Dr. Eisman sent the couple home. Once safely inside the truck, Ella didn’t make it out of the parking lot before she fell asleep. Trent wanted to take her home but her house seemed the better choice. He

hoped she wouldn’t mind when he stayed. He’d insist if necessary, but he didn’t want to leave her alone, in case she woke up panicked. He carried her to her room and removed her shoes before tucking her in, not wanting to trigger panic from the change of clothes. Emotions churned through him like a hurricane. Seeing her terrified had torn him apart. She was so strong, and would come back stronger. Ella was driven to get past the torment, and he planned to be there with her every step of the way. His heart swelled, thinking of her in his arms. Hungry, Trent made his way downstairs. In the kitchen, he found what

he needed for a ham sandwich. While he was there, he called Mila. “Trent, how is she?” “Exhausted. She needs her sleep, and I won’t wake her. I’m hoping she sleeps through the night.” “Agreed. In the morning, tell her to call when she’s ready.” “I will. I wanted to make her eat something, but she couldn’t stay awake long enough.” “So fix her breakfast instead,” Mila teased. “Come on, you can cook some eggs or something, right?” He snorted. “I can cook. I will.” “Take care of her.” “You know it. Good night.” “You too.”

Trent hung up and shoved the rest of the sandwich in his mouth as he hurried up the stairs and back to Ella. He stripped down to his boxer-briefs and climbed in bed beside her, pulling her against his chest. Details of her ordeal played through his head. Memory or imagination, either way, he wanted to protect her. “Trent,” Ella whispered. “Sleep, Darling. I’m right here. I’ll hold you all night.” Her eyes found his. “Do you think I did something to make him take me?” “No. You didn’t do anything. He didn’t even really know you. He got a crazy idea in his head and tried to force

you into that mold. It’s not your fault.” She shifted in the bed and frowned. “You didn’t even take my jeans off.” “I worried you would wake up and think that asshole was changing your clothes.” She managed to wiggle out of her pants and pulled off the shirt before curling closer. “Better?” he asked softly. She pressed a kiss to his lips and snuggled closer. “Very.” He stroked his hand over her back. “Sleep now.” “Don’t let me go.” “I won’t.” He kissed her eyelids and held her to his side.

Chapter 31 By the next morning, Ella was starved. Trent still held her tight, and staying cocooned under the blankets with him was tempting, but she needed food. She tried to slip from his embrace, but he pulled her closer. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” he rumbled against her ear. A shiver traveled down her spine as she melted against him. “I think you did that all night, and I appreciate it, but let me do something for you. Please.” “You needed someone to lean on. And now your stomach is growling because I didn’t have the heart to wake you up long enough to feed you. Let me

make breakfast.” “I needed the sleep and didn’t have much of an appetite. If you insist, why don’t we make breakfast together?” He pulled her leg over his thighs and rocked his length against her. “Better go now or I may not let you leave the bed.” A smile pulled at her lips. “You have a while before your shift, right?” “I could take the day off, stay with you. The guys would understand.” She shook her head. “Go. I’ll be okay. I’m going to hide out here. Maybe at Mila’s if the coast is clear for me to sneak over there through the backyard.” “Tomorrow, when I’m off, I’ll help at the shop. Whatever you need. We’ll

figure out how to get you there if the press trucks are hanging around.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips before rolling away. He let her go, smiling as she pulled on his sweatshirt from the day before. “Really expect me to keep my hands to myself when you’re wearing my hoodie with a flimsy pair of panties underneath?” “I’m hoping you won’t.” She hurried out the door and down the stairs. Before she made it to the fridge, he caught her hips and dragged her back to him. “Little temptress,” he purred. “You run and I want to chase, then bend you over anything so I can make you beg for

more.” Smirking, she turned her head and nipped his lip. “I should make you beg.” “I can hardly wait.” He stepped back. “Shit, I’m about to now, but you need to eat first.” Her eyes sparkled as she turned toward the fridge. **** Trent didn’t want to leave Ella. She seemed fine, but he worried about her when he wasn’t with her. Since that damned social media post, his need to protect her had only become stronger, especially after finding her last night. She’d been so happy this morning, but he couldn’t help wondering if it was

an act. The woman had a real Oscar, and she wanted to be self-sufficient. She was strong, but she admitted honest weaknesses to the doctor. How much of her happiness and strength was a mask? Did she even realize when she was bottling up her emotions and putting on a front? “Sure you don’t want me to call in?” he asked as he pulled her into his arms. Her body molded against his as she smiled up at him. “Go. I’ll be fine. Mila and I are going to hang out.” That idea didn’t give him much confidence either since she had spiraled down so fast at the shop, even with Mila there. Biting his tongue, he tipped her face up. “I’d rather stay with you.”

“But you have work, and I don’t want to keep you locked up in a house with me when I’d rather we went running.” “We could. I know places they’d never find us.” “Trent, please. I need to know I can stand on my own two feet. You’ve been great, and I appreciate everything you’ve done, but I have to do some of this on my own. If you aren’t too tired when you get off, I hope you’ll spend the night with me again.” “All right. Then I’ll see you tonight.” She brought his head down and took a kiss before pushing him toward the door. Someone knocked before he

could think of a good argument, so he checked the peephole and found Mila standing there. He managed a smile back at Ella. “Guess my time is up. Whatever you do today, please be careful.” “I will. I plan to make you beg tonight.” He groaned and opened the door. “You know that’s going to make today’s shift seem even longer, right? What a tease.” He turned to Mila and opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Ella wanted to be brave, not be pampered. So he smiled. “You two have a good day.” He turned back to see Ella’s radiant smile. “See you later.” He nodded before heading across

the street. Kyle stood in his driveway, leaning against Trent’s truck. “How is Ella today?” “Seems fine. I don’t know. She may be now. But I have a feeling she’s faking it. And maybe she’s so used to hiding her real emotions that she believes it.” “Mila will call if anything happens.” “Let’s leave. Otherwise, I might talk myself out of going.” Kyle snorted. “Yeah, let’s get you out of here before you turn into her next stalker.” “Don’t. You don’t have a clue what she’s been through. I don’t want anything like that to ever happen again. So yeah, don’t even kid about that. I’m going to be

a protective asshole at times.” “Yeah, but sometimes, you need to think about what she needs, not your peace of mind.” Trent scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “That’s why I didn’t argue when she told me to go to work. I would have rather stayed with her, but she asked me to go, so I did.” **** Once Trent’s truck drove away, Ella slumped onto the couch. “He doesn’t get it.” “Get what?” Mila asked. She frowned and turned to her oldest friend. “Where’s Valor and Cherish?”

Mila smiled. “Cherish is at Cadence’s house for a few hours. Dee wanted baby time, so until about lunchtime, we’re hanging here.” Ella sighed. “Look, you don’t have to cancel everything to take care of me. Really.” “I’m not. Cherish will be home for lunch. Dee has a date. We’re going back to my place then. That is… unless you want to be alone, but I assume you don’t.” “Not really.” Ella laid her head back. “So, what doesn’t Trent get?” “That I don’t need someone babysitting me, and I’m not going to fall apart without a reason. And yeah, maybe

it seems stupid to freak out over media, and fire truck sirens. But shit, all of that is what sent me over the edge to begin with. Now, I need to prove to myself. I’m okay, and I’m stronger than that asshole left me.” “Yeah, well Trent is falling for you, and he heard things that shook him up. He wants to protect you. Can’t blame him for that. And if he didn’t get what you were saying, he would have blown off work to stay here with you regardless. He’s trying, but his first instinct is to be here and fix everything.” “But he can’t. No one can but me.” “I think he gets that, but it doesn’t change how he feels.” “Which is why I’m only making him

stick with his commitments, like work. Or if his family needed something, I’d send him to them.” “He’d try to convince you to go with.” “Maybe, but it’s not like I’ve met his parents. That would be awkward.” “Boy better fix that.” Mila laughed. “Though I’m sure they’ve had their hands full with Blaze and Tina staying with them.” “I don’t need to rush anything. I like where we are. It’s not like I’ve known him a long time.” “Yeah, but Kyle says this is serious for Trent. He may not say it yet to you, but he feels it.” “Don’t put words in Trent’s

mouth.” “I’m not. Just pointing out he feels something for you.” Ella got up and walked away. “Yeah. So, what do you want to do today? I don’t think I can go anywhere without risking being found, but I don’t really want to sit here either.” “So what do you want to do?” “I don’t know. Leaving town for a few hours seems like a bad idea. Running, that’s out. Going into town, not a good idea either. I’m stuck, just like I was in Hollywood when the media came snooping around.” “Still do yoga?” Mila asked. They’d started doing DVDs back in high school.

Nodding, she said, “I’m out of practice, but I’m willing to try.” “Then grab some clothes and come over. I have a nice variety.”

Chapter 32 Bruno plopped down next to Trent shortly after he got to the firehouse. He was part of the other team that worked the same shift. “I saw that photo on Rene’s Instablast. That chick you’re banging, is she a celebrity?” Trent shot him a glare. “Not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.” “We all want to know.” He motioned at Mitch and a couple other guys. “Why hide that fine piece of ass.” “Ella’s a woman who deserves respect. So back the fuck off.” Trent spun and marched out of the kitchen and down the hall. Tina stormed through the front

entrance and he had to wonder what brought her for a random visit. Her eyes narrowed as she caught his arm and dragged him back outside with her. He pulled away from his sister with a glare. “What the hell is your problem? And why are you here?” “I knew you were working today. That’s beside the point. Why didn’t you tell me who she was?” Tina demanded. Trent’s jaw clenched. “Who?” “Ella is Raven Star.” He shook his head. “You don’t have a damned clue what you’re talking about.” “You just want everyone to leave her alone because of that dickhead who hurt her.”

Trent gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his next smart comment. “Look, I came here because Rene wanted me to apologize for her. She didn’t know. She’s convinced Ella really is Raven because everything adds up, but if she’d known, she’d never would have posted it.” “I’m not arguing any of this shit with you. Just leave Ella alone,” Trent growled. “Because she’s a movie star?” “No, because she’s a human being who’s been hurt. Thanks to Rene, a bunch of misguided drama hounds are hunting her down. She wants to be left alone, and for some asshole who tortured her not to find her.”

“So she is Raven Star?” “I never said that,” he growled. “Don’t have to. Don’t worry, I won’t say a word. But think about your nephew. How many times did you tell me not to lie to him? And you’re lying to him now.” She spun and walked away. He stood there staring, unsure what to say. He had lied to Blaze, but this was one case when it made sense. “Fuck,” he muttered. Isandro stood in the doorway. “Don’t beat yourself up. You’re protecting a woman with a past. Blaze is a good kid. He’ll forgive you.” “Yeah, but what will my big mouth sister do?” “Give her a chance. She’s clean.”

“For how long?” He pushed his fingers through his hair. “I want to say I trust Tina, but she’s fucked up so many times. I don’t have complete faith in her ability to stay out of trouble. I’ve watched her do things I despise because she needed a fix. Her lies… shit, she’s hurt so many people with her lies, and she’s pissed about one I told to protect someone.” Isandro shoved his hands in his pockets. “I know it’s hard, but think of your dad. He got his shit together. Maybe, this time, Tina finally has.” “I fucking hope so. But why is she so damned pissed at me? Regardless of who Ella is, why does she care?” “Sounded to me like she’s only mad

on Blaze’s behalf.” “Yeah, I got that loud and clear. Don’t know how to fix it. He’s seven. Kids talk. Ella wanted her identity to stay a secret. This isn’t the same as lying about the money Tina stole, or what she’d been doing when she disappeared for three days at a time. The last time Blaze asked I didn’t even know who Ella was.” “You’ll figure it out. In the meantime, we’ve got you covered.” Before Trent had a chance to thank him, the station alarm went off, and the dispatcher came on the PA system, sending them out to Main Street, on the same block as Ella’s shop. A dumpster fire.

“What the fuck?” Trent ran to the garage and pulled on his suit. There weren’t enough details, and he was glad Ella had stayed home. If yesterday had been bad… shit. He could only imagine one person starting the fire and pulled his phone out to call Marissa. Maybe the cops could find the person. She answered after a few rings. “Trent, you guys on your way to the fire?” “Yeah.” “It’s contained but still smoldering. Luckily. That’s the good news. Bad part is someone was seen leaving the alley. The guy fits the description Ella gave me. We haven’t managed to track him

down yet. And if his hands have been scarred by burns, he may not have discernible fingerprints. We’re going to try anyway after you finish putting this fire out.” “I was afraid of that. We’ll be on scene in a minute.” He hung up and buckled himself into the seat. Isandro hopped in beside him. “That my sister?” He nodded. “If anyone can find who started it, she will.” “She’s good like that. I hope that piece of shit is there. I’d love to break his hands for ever touching Ella.” Isandro patted his shoulder. “Yeah, but we don’t want you in jail instead of that asshole. So don’t mind me if I hold

you back while Marissa puts him in cuffs.” “Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. Though wouldn’t it be easier if the fucker was dead?” “You’re no killer, Trent. I know this is your girl we’re talking about, but the police are already involved. Let them handle it.” Closing his eyes, he breathed deep. “Yeah.” Metcalf turned on the siren and drove to Main Street. The media was back and he shoved on his helmet before jumping from the truck to grab the fire extinguisher. Isandro was right. He needed to leave the bastard alone. Last thing he

wanted was for the guy to press charges when he busted his shit up. Trent couldn’t help Ella from behind bars. He rushed over and sprayed the fire down. He knew for a fact there were fire extinguishers in every building. Why no one put it out themselves, he couldn’t fathom. “Hey, asshole,” Isandro shouted. “Get out of here.” Trent looked up and was nearly blinded by a flashing bulb. Then he remembered the picture and his face on it. Fucking perfect. “Hey, let me see that camera, man!” Isandro yelled, stalking after the scrawny guy.

Trent slammed his hand against the wall. “Isandro, let him go. Remember what you told me a few minutes ago.” He shot Trent a glare and advanced on the cameraman. Marissa came around the corner and shook her head. “Bulldog, get over here.” Isandro spun around with his teeth clenched, nodding at Trent. Marissa glared at her brother. “Yeah, nothing I can do about that. He hasn’t broken any laws.” She walked toward the guy with the camera. “However, you need to get out of here. We’re investigating a crime, and you’re only going to contaminate the scene.”

Holding both hands in the air, he said, “Wait, what if I could give you pictures of the guy who started the fire? In the act of the crime?” Marissa moved closer. “Yeah, that would actually help a lot. If you can help us catch this guy.” “I can. Give me ten minutes and you’ll have a thumb drive.” “It would be faster if you gave us the memory card,” Marissa attempted. “No can do. I have a lot of photos on here. No telling what you’d do to all of them.” “Then hurry. Faster we have evidence, sooner we can catch this guy.” He nodded and ran toward a van. Trent slammed his hands against the

wall. “Fuck, he’s going to use those pictures of me.” “Yeah, most likely. Nothing I can do about that. No judge is going to give me a warrant to take the camera, but he is helping. So we’re just going to have to deal with it.” “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “It’ll be fine,” Marissa told him. “Go get in the truck. I’ll see if I can get him to come down to the station and cooperate, but he’s giving us the pictures which is more than most of these guys ever do.” Isandro nodded to the truck. “Come on, let’s get out of here and let Marissa do her job.” “Yeah, my partner is around the

corner trying to keep the rest of the cameras from getting back here. Not sure how this one slipped by.” He offered a grim smile. “Don’t worry about it.” Climbing on the truck, he thought about calling Ella but decided against it. Too soon. He needed to figure out how to see her without leading them right to her, and he didn’t want to get her hopes up about the guy having a photo of her stalker. Isandro plopped down beside him. “Kyle has a key to your house, right?” He nodded. Kyle had watched the house when Trent took a vacation the year before. “Call Ella, tell her to borrow the

key and meet you at your house. She can make sure the curtains are closed. Then, if they follow you, no one will know the difference.” Trent smiled. “Great idea. Thanks, man.” “No problem. It’s pretty obvious you were trying to work out how to see her after the prick took your picture.” “Hey, Kyle. Do you still have my extra house key at your place? Or on you?” He grinned. “At the house. It’s in the drawer next to the fridge.” Relief settled in and he called Ella. He sat back and closed his eyes. “Trent, everything okay?” She sounded anxious.

His heart twisted. “Will be. I have a question, though. Are you opposed to meeting me at my house? Mila can give you the key. Just make sure all the curtains are closed.” “Why?” she asked slowly. “I’ll tell you when I get there. Should only be a couple hours, but it’s better if you beat me there.” “Am I staying the night?” “I hope so.” “Bring dinner, and I’ll be there.” A smile pulled at his lips. He could wait to tell her what was going on. “Sounds like a plan. Any requests?” “Surprise me.” “See you soon. Tell Mila to grab my key.” He hung up.

“Just sent a text to tell her where to find it,” Kyle said. **** Mila frowned. “Trent didn’t tell you anything, did he?” Ella sighed. “No, but he said he’d tell me when he got home. I imagine it was some kind of run-in with the media.” “Kyle said it’s more complicated than that. And I’m going to prepare you.” Mila headed to the kitchen to look through a drawer as she continued explaining. “Then tell me.” “Someone started a fire in the dumpster behind your shop. The guys

were called in to put it out. It didn’t make sense to the firefighters because all the businesses there have fire extinguishers and apparently nobody even tried to put it out. The cops and firemen believe someone lit the fire and called 911, hoping to find Trent.” Mila started pacing. “Trent was in that picture with me. Maybe Logan, or one of the reporters recognized him, or maybe someone had pointed out Trent was a fireman. They could be trying to follow him to me.” Mila nodded. “Probably why he wants you there first. Are you going to be okay in Trent’s house without him?” “He shouldn’t be long. If the press finds me this time, they find me. I’m

tired of running. I just don’t want Trent to resent me when he realizes how much attention will follow me.” “Stop being so pessimistic. He’s not going to give up so easily.” “I really hope not. I’m going to get my stuff and head over there.” Mila handed her the key. “Don’t let anyone drive a wedge between you two.” “I won’t. Let’s hope he doesn’t. I know what this kind of attention can do to a relationship.” Before Mila could say anything, Ella was running home to gather her things. **** From the shadows, he watched Ella

leave one house and enter the one next door. He crept closer, but the curtains were shut. He managed to climb to the second floor and crept along the wall to the nearest window. Through the split between curtains, he watched as Ella stepped into her room, stripping out of her clothes and tossed them in the hamper. He peered in, watching his beautiful dream go to the vanity table and fill her hand with lotion she quickly rubbed into her skin. He wished he could step through the window and take over, caressing her body. Might take time because the scarring dampened his sense of touch. But like anything in life, he could learn what she liked.

Her hands curled over her breasts and a seductive smile crossed her lips. Then she reached for the phone she’d placed on her table. Her face lit up. Rage shot through him. Probably the man with her in the restaurant. Surely he could figure a way to destroy that relationship. Ella went to her dresser and dressed in clean clothes, then packed an overnight bag. He slid back and leaned against the wall. She was too happy, maybe even in love. She would soon forget this other man. He needed her to love him.

Chapter 33 Two different news crews followed Trent to the Thai Restaurant, then home. He started to doubt the intelligence of having Ella meet him at his house, but it was better than going to hers. And there was no way he wanted her to be alone. Then they had the problem that her hiding might make the press more insistent about her identity. He honestly didn’t know how she lived with these people hounding her every move in Hollywood. Thankfully, when he reached his driveway, every curtain was shut tight. He pulled into the garage and made sure the door was shut before grabbing the

backpack full of take-out containers. Ella sat at the counter in a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top. All he could think about was taking her to the lake and skinny dipping. And right now, that was the last thing he should be doing. “Hey, how was your day?” he asked. “Better, now that you’re here.” His smile dimmed as he set the food on the table. “So, here’s what happened. There was a fire in the dumpster behind your place. We’re pretty sure your stalker started the blaze, but it was contained.” Ella sat perfectly still, the color draining from her face. “How?” she

finally whispered. He pulled his phone from his pocket and approached her. “While I was putting out the fire, one of the guys with the press snapped my picture. Isandro tried to get him to stop. Marissa couldn’t legally take the camera because the guy wasn’t breaking the law. But, he did give us the pictures of the asshole who started the fire, as he was doing it. I’m willing to bet he’s the one who called 911.” “And he’s still likely to create a story with your picture anyway. Which is why you sent me here before you.” She rubbed at the scar on her wrist. “How many followed you?” “Two vans. Don’t you want to see

the pictures?” “I should,” she answered, but her tone was full of defeat. “If you can confirm the man is the same one who held you captive, they can find him. Plus, he’s here in town, so it should be easier to catch him.” “Yeah… and dangerous. He totaled my car. Had me tied up for two days.” She looked away and closed her eyes. “I need to see, but I don’t want him to be here anywhere near me.” “Hey, the police are watching for him already. They know who to look for. Arson is bad enough to hold him. Abduction will ensure he stays behind bars.” Ella nodded. “Show me.”

He brought up the picture and held it out for her. “Yeah, that’s him.” She slid off the stool and walked out of the kitchen, hugging herself. Trent rushed to catch up with her. “We should talk to Marissa.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to go anywhere right now. If he followed you… if he sees you with me…” “Ella, I won’t let anything happen to you. But, I don’t want to take you anywhere, and I don’t want Marissa to come here either… just in case. It’s better if I call and let you talk to her. Or you could call.” ****

“I’ll call,” Ella answered. Her stomach knotted up. The thought of Logan anywhere near her scared the shit out of her. “Fix our plates, okay? I’ll be there in a minute.” Maybe. Then again, she was stuck there now. With media right outside, and possibly her worst nightmare, she couldn’t leave without confirming she was hiding. She leaned against the wall in defeat and dialed Marissa. “This is Cortez.” “Hi, this is Ella Cross. Trent showed me the pictures. That’s the man who held me captive.” “After you gave me Logan’s name this morning, I started digging into his

past. It wasn’t hard to find him. He goes by Logan Manchester now. His uncle took him in after the fire. Got him into a program to help with the burns. He studied computer science at UCLA. No criminal record, but that doesn’t mean much. I’m working on getting a warrant. Shouldn’t take much longer. But if he shows up, I need you to call 911 immediately.” “Of course. I’m at Trent’s house. Is there anything I can do, besides hide out?” “Nothing. Stay safe. We’ve increased the patrols. Someone will be nearby, watching. Try to relax. And tell Trent to calm down too. He wasn’t happy when I sent the pictures. He

called seconds after I sent them, told me he was positive they were of your stalker.” “It is. Those eyes… his hands. It’s him, without a doubt.” “And everything I have, including his driver’s license, it’s the same boy who followed you around in high school. If you see him, you need to stay away from him and call.” No shit! Ella took a slow breath and attempted to calm down. “I will. Thank you for everything you’re doing. I truly appreciate it.” “We’ll get him.” “Good night.” “You too.” She hung up and Ella walked back to the kitchen, looking at

the food. Her appetite had died, but she was determined to eat something. “Talk to me, Ella. Even if it’s not about Logan.” “What do you want me to say, Trent? Marissa just told me this guy is actually Logan Poole. Goes by a different last name now. I was right, he hadn’t died, but the worst part, he’s been following me ever since high school and I didn’t even know.” “You thought he was dead. How could you possibly know he wasn’t?” “There were so many times my skin would crawl like it did anytime he watched me. I just assumed it was another creep. Maybe a slimeball reporter.”

“Tell me how to help. I’ll do anything,” he whispered, tearing down her walls. His touch, his kiss, she didn’t need words, she just needed Trent. “Make me forget for a night. Take it all away, and make me forget what he did, what he wants.” Trent closed the distance and drove his fingers into her hair before kissing her until she couldn’t catch her breath. When he finally broke free, he glanced at the food on table. “Let me guess, you aren’t hungry right now.” She shook her head. “Food is the last thing on my mind.” His hands slid down her body and curled over her ass. She hopped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and

legs around his waist. “You want to forget?” he asked firmly. “Please.” He carried her upstairs to his room and slowly let her down, sliding her body against his until her feet found the floor. Her toes curled with the intensity of his stare. His voice was rough as his hands twisted in her shirt, lifting it over her head. “You can make me beg tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to give you enough memories to blot out anything bad that ever happened to you.” His mouth closed over hers, stealing her breath again as he walked her back to the bed while opening her

shorts and sliding them down her legs. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, but he caught her hands, shaking his head. “Patience. You told me to make you forget. Let me.” Ella nodded, her heart thumping. Surrendering to Trent was the only thing she trusted. He stared into her soul and demanded, “Trust me.” “I do,” she whispered. He pulled his shirt off and pushed her down on the edge of the bed, taking her mouth in another kiss before tasting his way down her jaw and neck, to her collarbone where he swirled his tongue in the hollow. A desperate moan escaped as he

knelt before her, pushing her legs open. Only Trent could wipe away her fears, at least for a little while. He cupped her breasts and licked a trail across her skin, then flicked his tongue over her nipple before sucking firmly. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pressed tighter, needing more. “Oh, Trent,” she gasped as he pressed two fingers inside her already slick folds. Her toes curled as he pumped slowly while laving at her sensitive bud, then paid the same attention to the other side before nibbling his way to her belly button. He trailed the tip of his tongue in circles around her navel, before dipping inside. Trent continued down, brushing his lips

along the inside of her pelvis, driving her crazy. Ella fell back on her elbows as he pulled her hips closer to him at the edge of the bed. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Ready to fall off the cliff, he ignored her moans and panting, determined to keep her teetering there until she couldn’t take anymore. He pulled her open, still working her core with his fingers as he licked through her heat. Lifting her head, her eyes locked on his as his lips closed around her clit. He feasted, driving her to the brink of ecstasy, holding her there with the intensity of his gaze. Her back arched as sharp pleasure radiated through her body. His thumb

rubbed over her rear passage while he teased her with his tongue and pumped into her with his fingers. Sensation exploded as Ella’s body spasmed with the powerful release. Trent kept going, drawing out every sensation. It was too much, and she tried to pull away, but he held her, slowing his assault, ending with a final long lick. Her legs shook even as he rubbed them in even strokes. He stood, dropping his pants and boxer-briefs. She watched his hand slowly caress down his chest and abs, tantalizing her, before wrapping around his cock. She licked her lips as she watched him pull a few slow strokes with strong hands. “Trent, please don’t make me

wait.” “No waiting,” Trent promised, then he rolled her onto her stomach, bending her over the bed. He pulled her hips up and slammed into her. She was so full, she couldn’t think. If it weren’t for his grip on her hips, she’d have collapsed on her still shaking legs. “Fuck, Ella, I need you.” “I’m yours.” The words burst through her, the meaning deeper than any she’d ever uttered. He pounded into her hard, pulling to her end before thrusting deep. She gripped the comforter in an effort to hold on. He wrapped a hand partially around her thigh and pulled her leg onto the bed. Trent was so deep, they could have

melded, become one. “I’m close,” Ella cried. Trent’s finger grazed over her clit and she came undone as he called her name as if he’d claimed her. Even if he hadn’t figured it out, it was fact. He was all she wanted—all she needed. Words danced on the tip of her tongue as he leaned over her, kissing her spine. She closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall as she choked back her admission. With everything going on, she didn’t want to jump ahead of him. He could say the press wouldn’t affect how he felt, but he didn’t know how bad it would get. He climbed up on the bed, pulling

her with him and into his arms. “Ella…” Trent stared into her eyes, his hand caressing up her side and across her back to hold her close. His caring eyes held hers with such deep emotion. She couldn’t find her voice through the lump forming in her throat. Everything that had been building between them had solidified into the one thing she’d stopped hoping she’d ever find. **** A smile played over Ella’s lips as her head tipped to the side in wonder. However, the fear in her eyes twisted Trent’s heart to shreds. She watched him for a long moment. Then her mouth

opened, only to close again. Fear kept her silent but Trent sensed their connection deep in his soul. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d been captivated. She wasn’t like anyone else. She’d been flustered, skittish even, but she hadn’t backed down and didn’t run. No, she stood her ground and fought through the fear floating close to the surface. He’d seen her break down, watched her rise through the drowning terror, and resurface to conquer her fears. So much courage even when she saw herself as weak. Her leg curled over his hip as he relished the green-blue pools staring back at him, searching for something.

He didn’t blame Ella for being afraid. She needed to understand he wasn’t going anywhere. Nothing would come between them. He didn’t care about the rest of the damned world. “I love you, Ella.” She blinked slowly, her head tipping in wonder as if she didn’t understand what he’d said. “I love you. I’m not letting you go. This asshole who’s tormented you for years better hope to God he never comes in contact with me because he’s not walking away in one piece.” She blinked back tears. “Why?” “You showed me who you are. You let me in, and I found my place behind your walls. I’m in love with the woman

in my arms. The one who fought through hell and keeps struggling to find her steady ground. Let me be your rock… your foundation… your safe haven.” Tears shimmered in her eyes when she leaned her head back to stare into his. “I love you too.” He brushed her tears away. “Then why do you look so heartbroken?” “I’m afraid all this will change once you see how bad the media storm can be.” “Nothing is going to affect the way I feel. Tell me how to prove it.” “Time.” He gently turned her head back to face him, pressing his forehead to hers. “No, don’t shut me out.”

She shook her head. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’m saying that I’m not sure I can believe until all this other shit falls away and it’s finally just you and me.” “I don’t see anyone else right now?” He placed a soft kiss on her lips. She mimicked the move and wound her fingers through his hair as she rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. She ground over him, making him hard all over again. “Then I’ll take advantage of this time,” she purred, rising over him and dropping down in place, taking him in. He sat up, caressing up her sides as he meshed his mouth over hers. Their tongues danced as she made

love to him. This wasn’t hot sex, it wasn’t fucking. Every time they touched, it was so much more, even when they weren’t naked. He pulled her hair gently, looking into her eyes. “This. Is. Real.” Her arms wound around his neck, her forehead pressed against his. “Ella,” he whispered as they fell over the edge together. She kissed him again. “Yes?” “After dinner, I plan to make love to you all night long.” She climbed off the bed, a mischievous smirk pasted on her face, and pulled on his t-shirt and nothing else. “Hope you’re ready for a long night.”

Chapter 34 Once breakfast was on the table, Ella hurried upstairs to wake Trent. Squirrels on the eaves had woken her up. Or something small, scuttling around outside. Since she was up, she decided to make breakfast. When she returned to the bedroom, Trent lay curled where she’d slept. “Rise and shine, gorgeous.” She climbed behind him to shake his shoulder. “Come on, baby. Come eat breakfast. It’s ready.” He rolled over, wrapping his arms around her waist, pushing her down on the bed. “I would have done that,” he

murmured in a sleepy voice as he rubbed his eyes. “Too late. I couldn’t sleep anyway. Come on.” He slipped his hand under her shirt to cover her core. “Shit, Ella, you keep wandering around like this and I’m taking you on every surface in this house.” “You can start after breakfast.” She pushed at his chest in a playful gesture, and he rolled off the bed with a reluctant sigh. Trent pulled on his jeans and started for the door. “You better be joining me.” “I am. Just watching the view.” She winked.

“Get down there before I carry you myself.” Jumping up, she smirked. “Go on.” He swept her off her feet and hurried down the stairs. “Eat. Otherwise, I’m going to forget all about food.” Someone’s phone buzzed on the counter. Ella found hers lit up with Mila’s number. “Good morning,” Ella said with a nod at the table. Trent rolled his eyes as he took his seat and scooped up a monstrous bite of the scramble she’d made. “Media cleared out of town late last night. Oh, and your ex, Jackson Crabtree, was in an accident on his

motorcycle. He’s hurt pretty bad, but he’s claiming he was chasing your abductor down. You’re all over the news again, though not here. They’re scouring LA to find you.” “At least, they’re gone.” Ella sat down beside Trent and picked up her fork. “I know things didn’t end well, but do you really hate him now?” Mila asked. “No, but that kind of behavior is why I dumped him. So really, it’s no surprise he’s trying to capitalize on my disappearance and his injuries. He’s going to hog the spotlight, and I hope to God he keeps it.” “Okay,” Mila blurted out.

“Sorry. If it were anyone else, I’d feel bad. I’m sorry he’s hurt, but I’m not surprised. He was probably high or drunk.” Mila snorted. “Thought you’d like to know the local coast is clear.” She groaned. “Hope so. Logan was in town last night. He’s the one who started the fire. A cameraman had pictures.” “How do you know for sure?” “Marissa did some digging. She confirmed Logan Poole moved to his uncle’s after the fire. His hands were severely burned and are still scarred. The whole story checks out.” “At least, we know who’s after you.”

“Almost rather it was some random stalker.” She dropped her fork and leaned back in the chair. “Thanks for calling. I guess I can relax some now.” “Yeah. Well, about one in the morning the vans that had parked outside of Trent’s house finally left. So I think you’re in the clear now.” “I’ll call you later. All right?” “Yeah. Enjoy your day with Trent.” “I plan to.” She hung up and turned to Trent. He was anxious to speak as soon as Mila was off the line. “Jackson Crabtree. Your first co-star?” Ella groaned, expecting the worse. “How much did you hear?” “Just caught the name. What’s going

on?” Ella pulled up the obvious gossip sites she had avoided like the devil and found her face plastered alongside pictures of Jackson, who was black and blue and in a cast. Ella handed Trent the phone. Trent’s brow arched. “Jackson Crabtree injured in a crash, trying to save his first love, Raven Star.” She rolled her eyes. “He never loved me. And I can’t feel too bad for someone who’s just trying to get some attention for himself.” “And he’s why you never dated another co-star?” “Yeah. It wasn’t worth the heartache.”

“So you loved him?” Sighing, her gaze dropped to her plate. “I was young and stupid, and yeah, at least, I thought I did.” He pulled her chin up, capturing her attention with a smirk. “Not like you love me?” “No. So don’t be jealous. I can’t undo what I’ve done, but you’re the only one who makes me feel this way.” “I’m not jealous. End of interrogation. Hey, on a brighter note, let’s go running after we eat, and take a quick shower? I’ll take you out of town to a trail. If we’re followed, we can figure something else out.” “Sounds good.” He nodded to her plate. “Eat.”

“Okay, okay.” Though she was still fairly certain Logan hadn’t left town. “Keep in mind, the media may not all have gone either. They might have left one or two reporters behind to make sure. Especially since they can’t confirm where I am. And who knows where Logan went after setting the fire in the dumpster.” “Yeah, but are they going to believe some random picture from someone no one ever heard of? Or the big star who had dated you?” “I hope they trust the star.” “We’ll find out when we leave. We’ll bundle you up and no one will catch on.” She didn’t bother to tell him that

had rarely worked in LA. **** Trent and Ella rode in relative silence during a long trip out to the country, and into the woods. Finally, he turned off the road and stopped. Trent turned to Ella with a soft smile. “Our parents used to bring Tina and me out here when we were kids.” That had stopped around the time he started drinking too much after being laid off. Dad had pulled himself out of a funk, and it seemed Tina was finally doing the same. Having Ella in this place made him realize he needed to do something. Ella looked around slowly, her face

lighting up. Finally, she turned to him. “It’s beautiful.” “You like camping?” “Use to. I haven’t been in forever, but I would go with you.” He grinned. “As soon as Logan’s locked up, we’ll spend a weekend out here.” Her smile faded as she dipped her head. “Wish we could now.” Pulling her closer, he nuzzled her ear, hoping he could find a way to take away the fear. “Me too. In the meantime, I want you to meet my parents. Tomorrow night? Dinner?” Her dazzling eyes sparkled as she leaned back. “Really?” “You’re a part of my life now. It’s

important for them to know you.” “I’d like that.” She drew a breath and added, “And Trent… I don’t want you to lie to them. You can tell them who I am.” “What about Blaze?” “That goes for him and your sister. After all the recent events, you know it’s going to come out eventually anyway.” “Tina gave me the riot act about lying to Blaze. This was after my picture made the rounds and the media had shown up.” She glanced down. “I didn’t expect to fall in love with you. I wasn’t ready to tell you who I was. So you didn’t lie to Blaze, you just haven’t told him you learned the truth. You should.”

“You don’t care who knows now?” “It’s not that. I can’t keep the secret forever though I want to hold onto it a little longer. But your family should know.” He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Smiling, she pushed him back. “Are we making love or running?” “Running. I still need to train for this marathon and we missed a couple of days.” “After this is all over, I want you to meet my brother. And maybe Ryan, as long as he’s willing to share his secret.” He frowned. “What secret? No, don’t answer that. Gut reaction.” He wanted to know, but at the same time, he

understood he may have a damned good reason to keep a secret, much like Ella. She laughed. “I wouldn’t, no matter how much I trust you. I’m sorry.” “Ella, I trust you. That’s enough for me.” She smiled. “So, dinner with your parents?” He nodded. “Think I’ll ever meet yours?” She shook her head. “Sorry. They died when I was in junior high. My grandmother took us in, and she’s no longer with us.” “Shit, I wish I’d known,” He threaded his fingers into her hair and locked on her gaze. “I’m sorry.” She gripped his hands. “Don’t be. It

happened a long time ago.” “So, your brother. What’s going on with him?” “Don’t know really. He thought he was leading Logan away, I guess. Only Logan was here, so where’s my brother?” “Why don’t you check your email?” “I’ve been careful only doing that on my laptop from an account I don’t want tied to my phone. I’ll check when I get back.” “If Logan was here, why don’t you try calling your brother?” She shook her head. “Let me see if he emailed first.” “Why?” “The last time I talked to him

wasn’t a happy conversation. I don’t know how it’s going to go. I’d rather not do that here. So let’s run.”

Chapter 35 Mila sat on Ella’s bed, bouncing Valor. “Tell me everything.” Ella laughed. “About what?” “Last night? You two making out on his porch in the middle of the afternoon. The giggling, and teasing in the store. Like nothing happened. Did it happen?” Ella crossed her arms over her chest. “Did what happen?” “The two of you finally admitting what’s been growing between you?” “I wasn’t going to, in case it was all the shit going on, but then he said it and I couldn’t keep it in. We made love all night, most of the day. And in an hour, I’m going to meet his parents. So stop

laughing at me and help me figure out what I should wear.” “I’m not the one with fashion sense. You’re opening a boutique, remember?” She sighed. “Yeah, but you’re a mom. You know the people in this town. I imagine you’ve at least run into one of his parents.” Mila shrugged. “They’re nice. I don’t know a whole lot. But I doubt Trent would introduce you to his parents if he thought it was going to be a problem.” “Maybe. But when they find out about my old life, then what?” Her eyes widened. “You’re telling them?” Ella groaned. “I told Trent to tell

them beforehand and to explain why I’m attempting to keep the secret.” “Seems with Jackson telling anyone with a camera how he was trying to save you the other night, no one is going to assume it’s you.” Shrugging, she glanced away. “I don’t want Trent to lie to his parents. Or to Blaze.” “He’s willing to.” Ella put her hands up. “Yeah, but when the truth does come out, then what?” “Stop worrying. And wear something pretty. It’s not like you to go for revealing. You wear tasteful clothes.” She sighed. “I haven’t met a guy’s

parents since high school and that was just a formality. This is totally different.” Laughing, Mila shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous.” Ella stuck her tongue out and went back to the closet. She picked out a casual blue dress and slipped it on, with a pair of sandals. “This okay?” “Perfect. Maybe tie your hair up, and with the glasses you don’t look like your onscreen persona.” “Thank you. Really.” “Well, I should get home. I’m happy for you. You deserve someone who loves you for you.” ****

Trent stepped onto Ella’s porch and rang the doorbell. Mila stepped out with a grin. “Give her a minute. She’s trying to calm down.” Trent reached for the door, concern dampening his smile. “Another attack?” Laughing, she shook her head. “No. She’s nervous about meeting your parents.” “They’re going to love her. How can they not?” “She’s worried that when they find out who she was, they’ll make some crazy assumptions.” Trent sighed. “Well, my mother asked a million questions, but only because she followed all that mess before Ella left Hollywood. She wanted

to know that Ella was all right, and not missing acting.” “What did you tell her?” “That as long as Ella is happy here, so am I.” Mila blinked. “So if Ella went back to Hollywood, you’d go with her?” “If she wanted me to, yeah. I’d follow. I mean, I won’t know how things will work out until we try, right?” “Yeah, but Kyle said you turned down a football scholarship to stay here.” “Things change.” Trent rubbed the back of his neck. Back then, his dad was working his issues out while Tina fell into her own. He felt obligated to stick around and take care of them so his

mother didn’t have to go through it alone. Now, as long as he had Ella, he’d follow her anywhere. “I don’t like the thought of losing Ella for anything. I’m not saying I want to go to Hollywood, only that it wouldn’t keep me from her.” Mila shifted Valor higher on her shoulder. “Good. You have no idea how happy that makes me. Enjoy dinner and have fun tonight.” “Thanks.” He ruffled Valor’s tiny head, imagining a future where Ella held their child. “Have a good night.” Mila nodded and left him on the porch. The door opened and Ella stepped out in a simple blue dress. Her eyes were dazzling behind the thick black

frames. He couldn’t help laughing. “So the glasses are your mask?” She shrugged. “Yeah. I dyed my hair darker before going to Hollywood. Brought it back down to my natural color when I left. Hiding who I was and where I came from seemed to be a good idea at the time. The glasses just make me a little less like Raven Star.” “So you hid who you were before Hollywood?” She shrugged. “Yeah. I didn’t want anyone to make a big deal about the way I lost my parents. Or the boy who supposedly died when I rejected him.” She winced, then snorted. “I used to feel so guilty over Logan’s death.” Another

snort escaped with the roll of her eyes. “I get that. But everything you experience shapes you. May not be anyone’s business, but it’s still important.” “Not to the whole world. Everyone else gets to hide their pain, or share it at will. Why shouldn’t I?” “Maybe someday you’ll tell me more,” Trent hinted. “I will, but not tonight.” He took a quick kiss. Smiling, she leaned back. “Am I driving?” “Thought we’d walk. They only live a few blocks away.” She sucked in a breath. “Don’t laugh, but I’m nervous.”

“I took some of the pressure off. I told my parents about you. We need to talk to Blaze, but I thought that might be better with you.” Smiling, she threaded her fingers through his. “Come on.” By the time they got to the end of their street, Ella had looked over her shoulder four times. He finally asked, “What’s going on?” “Paranoia?” She shrugged. “About?” “Feels like someone’s watching. Don’t mind me. Old habits are hard to break.” “Don’t discredit it. We don’t know for sure that all of the reporters left.” “Or Logan.” She shook her head. “I

haven’t received any of his so-call gifts, though, so I hope he left too.” “Well, I’ll spend every moment with you that I can. When I’m not, Marissa has patrols set up. Personally, I hope he gets caught soon. I can’t concentrate on anything when I’m away from you, knowing he could hurt you again.” “Neither can I.” Trent stopped her in front of a twostory Craftsman style home and nodded to the porch. “So, this is where I grew up.” She bit her lip and glanced at the door as it opened. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Relax. They’ll love you.”

Ella met his gaze. “I’m ready.” He wasn’t so sure about that, but he hoped she’d relax. **** A woman with gray-streaked dark hair and pale eyes, like Trent’s, stepped outside. She smiled warmly. “Hurry up, Trent, and introduce me to your girlfriend, already.” Ella’s gaze shifted to him as he tugged her toward the door. A million thoughts raced through her head. Meeting his parents had seemed like the next logical step, and she’d been looking forward to it. Now the nerves started and she couldn’t relax. Funny because acting never did this, neither had public

appearances before the abduction, even with the nosey reporters. Trent didn’t appear to be worried, and that should have helped, but she could have sworn someone was following them, although she hadn’t spotted anyone. Seemed everything made her nervous anymore. “Mom, this is Ella Cross. Ella, this is Pamela Ward.” His mother wrapped her arms around Ella. “Call me Pam.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pam.” Ella smiled, hoping the woman’s enthusiasm had more to do with her son finding a woman, than meeting an actress. She’d heard horror stories of parents being introduced to their kid’s

celebrity significant others. “Come inside, please. I’m so happy Trent finally brought a woman home.” Ella blushed. “He hasn’t in the past?” He shook his head. His mother smirked as she glanced at Trent and back. “No. I was beginning to wonder if he ever would.” Trent chuckled. “I was waiting for the right woman, Mom. I finally found her.” His hand wrapped around Ella’s waist and he pulled her close, kissing her cheek. “I’m lucky I ran into you,” Ella answered. Pam giggled. “Aww, you two are adorable together.”

Trent rolled his eyes and Ella couldn’t help laughing. “Welcome to our home,” Pam said, and Ella did feel welcomed. Trent whispered. “Dad’s probably playing with Blaze. Just wait.” Her stomach fluttered. They stepped inside. Tina glanced up from a magazine on her lap. Trent gave her a warning look and Ella wondered about the sibling argument Trent had mentioned. Blaze sat on the floor, building Legos with an older man with silver streaked hair. His eyes were dark, like Tina’s. “Ella!” Blaze shot up off the floor and ran to her.

She knelt to hug him and whispered in his ear. “Keep a secret?” “Of course.” “I’m Raven Star. But I don’t want everyone to know.” Blaze rocked back on his heels, nodding. “I won’t say a word, Ella.” “Thank you.” He pouted. “I’m sorry I told people before.” She smiled. “It’s okay. I should have told you sooner, but I was scared.” “Don’t be. Trent will keep you safe. He always keeps Mommy and me safe.” “He’s good like that,” Ella answered. Tina directed her attention to Ella,

then looked up at Trent. “Sorry about the other day. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it.” Trent shrugged. “There are some good reasons for her to keep the secret.” Tina nodded. “Yeah, after the media swarmed, then the crazy rumors started. I can imagine. I didn’t really think about the bigger picture.” Trent’s dad stood and walked over, studying his son. Trent dipped his head. “Dad, this is Ella. And this is Calvin.” Calvin took her hand in his. “I can see why my son is captivated.” He smiled. “And you’re very sweet, taking time to talk to Blaze.” “Blaze is my buddy.” She winked at

the boy. Blaze blushed. “Ella is the best.” A smile lit Ella’s face. “Thank you.” “Dinner is ready,” Pamela announced, ushering everyone to the dining room.

Chapter 36 A week had passed. Trent couldn’t resist spending his free time with Ella. The media hadn’t shown back up in town. Ella was finally relaxing again, even though the authorities hadn’t found Logan. The assumption was that he’d left with the media. Marissa kept the patrols going anyway, which made Ella feel safer. Isandro met Trent outside the firehouse on his way in for his shift. “You might consider calling in, staying home today.” Trent’s eyes narrowed. “Why the hell would I do that?” Isandro scrubbed a hand over his

short hair. “Because you might slaughter someone if you go in there.” “What the hell is going on?” He shook his head. “A video of you and Ella is circulating. Looks like someone taped you two having sex, through barely parted curtains.” Trent’s nostrils flared. He’d been careful, made sure the curtains were always closed, just in case the media, or Logan was out there, trying to find her. He couldn’t imagine Isandro actually watching his friends on a tape like that. A sneer pulled at Trent’s lips. “How the fuck do you know?” Isandro held up his hands. “Because Mitch shoved his phone in my face with the video playing. I saw just

enough to recognize you both before I tried to bust the damned thing.” “Fuck!” Trent snarled. “Yeah, that’s about what I thought. Apparently, it’s labeled as Raven Star.” Trent’s jaw clenched tight. “How the fuck did they tape it?” “From your window, dude.” “Where?” “In a bed. Look, I didn’t watch the damned thing. I saw you two and realized this was really bad news.” “Yeah, no shit.” Trent paced away. Mitch and Bruno came out, laughing their asses off. An evil grin formed on Mitch’s face. “Oh, just the man I wanted to see. Your girl is one hot piece of ass.”

Trent spun and his fist shot out so fast he hadn’t even considered what he was doing. Mitch’s head snapped back and Trent shoved him up against the wall and slammed his fist into his face again. “Watch your fucking mouth, asshole.” Mitch blinked, wiping at his face while Trent’s arm was cocked and ready to hit him again if he said the wrong thing. “What the fuck? I’m congratulating you on tapping a movie star, and you break my face?” Isandro pulled Trent back before he connected with Mitch once more. Mitch shot forward and Kyle appeared beside them, pushing him back against the wall. “Knock it off. Right now,” Kyle warned.

“I didn’t do a damned thing wrong.” Kyle snorted. “Pretty sure watching porn sites at work is against policy.” “I’m just watching my man fuck—” Trent charged, breaking past Isandro’s hold and shoved Mitch up against the wall again. It took Isandro and Gavin to pull him off. Isandro hissed. “Seriously, man, chill. This asshole can say whatever the fuck he wants, but you’re going to land your ass in jail if you keep this up.” “Yeah. I should press charges,” Mitch snapped back. Isandro’s brow arched. “You won’t. Several witnesses will swear you swung first.”

Mitch smirked. “Because he’s pissed we all got to see how to make his woman scream?” Isandro shoved Trent back before he could react. “You have every right to be pissed, but chill. We all know Mitch is an ass, but I guarantee he’s not the one to post it.” “This asshole had us all convinced his woman wasn’t a movie star,” Mitch replied. “Why the hell haven’t you told us?” Trent tore away, dialing Marissa to see if there was anything that could be done. He was about two seconds from going after Mitch again, but he knew that would never stop the fucker from flapping his mouth. Isandro was right.

Helping Ella was far more important than shutting this asshole up. Kyle snarled. “Mitch, either get your ass inside or have Bruno take you to the hospital. But if you press charges, you’ll wish you hadn’t. Got it?” “Yeah, got it,” he hissed. “Fucking bastard,” Trent muttered as his phone rang. Marissa answered, “Cortez speaking.” Trent sucked in a breath. “Hey, Marissa. We’ve got a problem.” “Have you seen Logan around?” “No. Someone videotaped Ella and I. They posted it on porn sites. How do we get that taken down?” “Uh… what?” Marissa asked.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I got to work and your brother warned me about what was going on inside. Then Mitch came out. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.” “Whoa, shut up, Trent. I’m sure whatever was said pissed you off, but don’t tell me you assaulted him. I’ll be down there soon and we can figure it out.” “Thanks.” Trent stared at his phone. “I need to see this, don’t I?” he snarled. Isandro nodded. “You’re going to have to figure out where you were at least so you can help Marissa figure out where the guy was when he shot it. Pretty sure the privacy laws make the

video illegal. But the more information you have, the better.” “Yeah, but how do we get it taken down?” “Fuck if I know. Look, Marissa can help you figure that out. Just calm down and let’s be rational about this shit.” “Rational?” Trent closed his hand over the phone, shaking his head slowly. “Some asshole videotaped Ella and me behind closed doors. Probably her damned stalker. You want me to be rational?” “Yeah, but being a raging asshole isn’t going to solve shit.” Nodding, Trent shoved his phone in his pocket and took a shaky, deep breath. Kyle approached Trent with

caution. “It was on the news this morning that a sex tape featuring Raven Star was circulating. Looked like it was illegally filmed. So hopefully that will come down soon too, but it’s the next hot topic. The media has already recognized you. It’s only a matter of time until they show up in town again.” Marissa parked and climbed out of the cruiser. “So, what’s going on?” Isandro took over before Trent could open his mouth. “I walked in today and Mitch shoved a video in my face. Trent and Ella, obviously together. Thing is, it was filmed outside a window. It’s not like they were out in public. Hell, half the video screen was covered in curtains.”

Marissa gave Isandro a strange look before turning to Trent. “Aren’t the bedrooms in both your houses on the second floor?” Trent nodded. “Yeah, so this asshole was perched on a roof filming? Ella said she felt like she was being watched. I should have taken her concerns more seriously.” “Do you know where this video was posted? I can start there. I’m not even positive what steps we need to take to bring it down, but we may be able to find out who posted it and from where.” The fire chief stepped outside. He looked from Trent to Marissa and back. “I caught enough of the conversation inside to know what’s going on, and I’m

going to pretend I haven’t heard a damned thing. Trent, go with Marissa. Figure this out, then come back. Mitch is out for the rest of the day. But remember, I don’t want to know so I can deny it if I need to.” He stepped back inside and closed the door. Isandro told Trent and Marissa the name of the website. “Thanks for stopping me before I could kill him,” Trent said. Isandro snorted. “No problem. Rather work with you than that prick.” **** Ella stared at the email she received from Sam.

Sis, Call me. Don’t make me ask twice. This is serious. Your brother Ryan had emailed a similar message. And all Ella could do was sit there as her heart raced. What if Logan had abducted Sam? After an hour of her imagination rolling through a dozen horrendous scenarios, she finally called. She’d wasted so much time, she used her new cell phone, instead of the prepaid.

Sam answered immediately. “Hello?” “Hey, Sam. You okay?” He snorted. “I am, but you’ve got a mess on your hands. I know who is after you. And he’s found you.” “Where are you?” “In Lakeridge. I came here when I realized your stalker wasn’t trailing me anymore. Can we meet? We need to talk.” She rambled off her address. At that point, if Logan knew where she was, hiding was no longer an option anyway. “I’ll be there shortly. Just warn your man I’m coming if he’s there.” Ella blinked. “He’s at work.” “Maybe he doesn’t know yet. I’ll

be there soon.” The phone clicked off and Ella changed into jeans and a t-shirt. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone rang again. Trent’s name stared back at her. “Hello?” “Ella, have you seen the news?” His tone was far too urgent. “No. Why?” she asked as dread crept in. “Someone videotaped us the night we hid at my house.” She sank onto the bed. “What do you mean?” “All we can figure is he climbed up on my roof, outside my window and taped us making love. All night. Posted on porn sites.” “No. No!”

“I’m so sorry. You needed to know.” She let out a strangled sound. “If I could be there with you, I would. I’m working with Marissa to figure out what we can do.” Pressing her hand to her head, she resolved to do what she could, which wouldn’t be much from her end, but she could get the ball rolling. When she found her voice, it came out empty. “Send me the link. I need to see where it’s posted. I’ll get my lawyers on it.” She needed to push her emotions down to deal with the mess. “I’m sorry, Ella. I have no clue what to do here.” “You’re not the one who posted it,

Trent. This isn’t your fault. I need to make a call, then I’ll be there.” “I’ll text you in a few. We’ll figure this out.” She closed her eyes and took a slow breath. “I love you, Trent.” “I love you, too” he whispered. “I’ll be there soon as I can.” She hung up and hurried downstairs. The doorbell rang and she peeked outside. Her brother hadn’t shaved in days, his clothes were wrinkled. She’d never seen Sam like this. Frowning, she opened the door and stepped back. Sam entered and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry, Ella. I pushed you away and made things worse. I’m so damned sorry.”

She closed the door and wrapped him in a bear hug. “Tell me you accept my decisions and it’s all water under the bridge.” “Of course.” He pushed her back and looked her up and down. “Other than the horror on your face, you look great.” She snorted. “So, you found out about the video?” “It’s all over the news, Ella. Everyone knows. How did you find out?” “Trent just called me. He’s talking to the police right now. I’ll go down to the station later, but first, I need you to tell me what you know?” He winced. “Way more about your sex life than I ever wanted to know. And

plenty about your fireman.” Ella stepped back with a grimace. “Eww, you watched?” “I needed to find out what we were dealing with. There’s more than two hours of footage, Ella, on what I presume is one night. And in different rooms of a house. Not this one. At least, the downstairs didn’t look like this.” Ella paced away, trying to push down the nausea. “Not what I want to hear.” Her words came out in a squeak. “Yeah, well you need to understand what we’re working with. Even if you skip through most of it, you should at least identify where the video was shot.” “Damn it, this…” She looked up at the ceiling. “If this is all over the news,

his parents know.” “You met his parents?” She nodded, closing her eyes. “Not sure how a sex tape of their son and his girlfriend will go over with them.” “Well, shit. And you didn’t tell me you were falling for a guy?” Ella folded her arms across her chest, a look of defiance on her face. “You haven’t exactly kept up with me. You disappeared and I haven’t heard from you at all until a few days ago.” He sighed. “I was trying to get this asshole to follow me, hoping he’d think I was eventually meeting you. It worked until that picture cropped up.” “It’s Logan Poole. Only he’s going by another last name now. And I’m

almost certain he took the video.” “On a positive note, as soon as we give your team of lawyers the information, it should come down fast. And hopefully, we can find this asshole before he gets his hands on you.” “You drive. Let me see this video.” “Ella, I’m sorry about this mess. I’m sorry I tried to convince you to stay in Hollywood. I’m so damned sorry I pushed you away.” “Yeah, but that’s not important right now. You’re here.” Ella pulled her phone out and sent a text to Trent. I’ll be at the police station with my brother in ten minutes. His reply came in seconds. I’ll wait for you here.

Sam handed over his phone. Holding her breath, she unlocked it and started the video. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. The video was focused on her, but Trent was visible too. Everyone in town would know way more about both of them than anyone would have wanted. “He got it all, Ella. Different rooms, positions, everything.” She skipped past most of it. Sure enough, everywhere they’d been that night was taped. Even in the shower. The video on this site had hundreds of thousands of views already. Ella handed the phone back as tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t even comprehend what would make

someone do this. It was a horrible invasion of privacy. Sam parked and turned to her. “We’ll get him.” “They can take it down, but how many people have copies? It’s not going to just go away.” “No. But if you two can get past this, then I think you’ll make it for the long haul.” She snorted. “He’s a small town boy who doesn’t want the life I lived. Hell, I don’t even want it. But this— what if he can’t handle it, Sam?” “You’re not the pessimist. Don’t start leaning that way. Give it a chance.” “Didn’t used to be, but now...” Everything seemed to be crumbling.

Hopelessness crept in as she climbed out of the car. Then she realized she didn’t have her glasses. But really, what was the point now, anyway? Sam hurried to catch up with her. “Ella, what can I do?” “You’ve done what you can.” “It wasn’t enough.” “It was the best you could do. This is out of our hands.” She stepped into the police station. Trent met her at the door. “You okay, darling?” “Yeah.” He shook his head. “No, you aren’t, but neither am I.” He turned to Sam. “I’m Trent. You must be Sam.” He held out his hand. Sam shook his hand. “Hi. Sorry, we

aren’t meeting under better circumstances.” “Yeah. Me too. Come on back. We may have figured enough out to help the lawyers.” **** An hour passed on a conference call with Ella’s attorneys. Marissa, Sam, and Trent all participated and answered questions the legal team asked. Ella was worn out by the end. Everything in her life was a damned mess. She met Trent’s gaze. “Can we talk a minute?” Worry strained his features. She forced a weak smile. “Outside?” he asked.

She nodded. “I need to get back to the firehouse soon unless you want me to come with you.” That would have been her preference, but she had issues to discuss with her brother. Trent stopped outside and Ella pulled him into the alley, away from the entrance. She looked into his eyes but couldn’t guess what was going through his mind. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” “What are you saying?” he asked. “That no matter how fast they take the videos down, thousands of people already downloaded it. This isn’t going away. And it’s my fault.”

“Stop right there. You didn’t do this. Some asshole with a camera is responsible. Not you, not me. No one gave permission. He violated us, the law, everything.” “You aren’t upset?” “Not with you.” The corners of her mouth tipped up. “Good, because I’m not leaving as long as you want me.” He pulled her into his arms. “The media’s going to be back in town at some point.” “Yeah, and I’ll have to deal with them. I’m used to it.” “You don’t have to do this alone.” “Don’t promise that yet. You don’t have a clue how bad it gets.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m with you every step of the way. Let me come home with you.” She shook her head. “Go back to work. Come to me afterward. Okay? It’s a few hours, that’s all.” “That’s not what I want.” “I need to talk to Sam alone.” “He doesn’t like me much.” “It’s not that. The first time he learns about my boyfriend, it’s through a sex tape. Shit… I can’t even imagine watching my brother with a woman. This is a mess, but he’s on our side.” Trent kissed her softly. When he pulled away, he said, “Call me if you need me.” “I will.” He backed toward his

truck and she watched him leave before going back inside. She didn’t miss the way everyone watched her on the way back to Marissa and Sam. Ella slipped back into the office and met Marissa’s eyes. “Thank you. For everything.” “I wish I could do more.” “I appreciate that.” Ella turned to Sam. “You coming?” “Yeah, we need to talk.” “We do.” Before she even settled into her car, Sam asked, “Do you love him?” “Yeah, I do.” “Then I need you to come back to LA. Hold a few press conferences. Talk to the lawyers in person.” She shook her head and started the

car. “No. Look, Sam, I’m not going anywhere. No press conferences. I’m not putting myself in front of a bunch of asshole reporters who want a sensational story.” “They’re going to come here. You can’t get away from them.” “Rather deal with them here than back in LA.” “Really? You want to drag Trent through the mud over this?” Sam asked. “Of course not, but he’s not going to want me to leave. Besides, I can’t do a press conference, here or there. At least, here I can hide out. I don’t have to go to them. You don’t understand how bad the anxiety can get.” “What anxiety?” Sam demanded.

She looked away. “I have PTSD. My last run-in with reporters triggered an attack. I’m not willingly putting myself in front of a room of reporters so they can blame me for some asshole tying me to a bed and molesting me for two days, then having them tell me I wanted it.” Sam’s mouth fell open. “Molested? The rape test came back clean.” She started the car. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he kept his hands off me. Shit. Don’t ask. Okay? I didn’t remember most of it when it happened. Pieces are still coming back now. I’m finally dealing with the aftermath, but a press conference is only going to throw me right back into that hell when I’m

finally healing.” “Okay, you stay here. I’ll go back and figure this out with the lawyers.” “Does that mean you aren’t going to try to convince me to go back to doing movies?” He sighed. “Are you happy with Trent?” “Yes, and I’m terrified he’s going to see how it is with the reporters following and leave, but I’ve got to try at least.” “He’s not going to leave you. I saw the way he watched you, how he hovered, making sure you were okay the whole time. He doesn’t seem concerned with anything but you and how you’re taking this.”

“I hope so. I really do love him.” “When this is all over, I want to get to know him.” Hope bloomed within her. “Really?” “Yeah. I know I was all business back there, but I was more concerned with stopping this video. I need to get back to LA. Do me a favor, and be careful, Sis.” “I will.” She pulled into her garage and got out of the car. She hugged Sam. “Come visit when you can.” “We’ll get through this,” Sam promised, before climbing into his Audi. She locked the house up, set the alarm, and headed upstairs for a bath. A smile pulled at her lips as she thought

about the last time she’d been in the tub. Ella grabbed her phone and dialed Trent. “Everything okay, Ella?” His concern warmed her, and his voice, just his voice settled her. “Yeah, my brother went back to LA to deal with the legal team and all the loose ends there. At some point, they may need me there in person, but he finally understands why I can’t deal with the reporters or LA right now.” “That’s good. How are you coping?” “Very well. I’m about to slip into my bathtub.” “Shit… the images that brings to mind. I wish I were there.” “Me too, but I won’t be opposed to

taking another bath with you later.” Trent groaned. “Great. Got to go, we’re getting called out, and now I’m hard enough to break down a door.” She laughed. “I’ll see you tonight.” Sliding into the bath, Ella closed her eyes. Trent didn’t blame her, and he wasn’t letting her go. She finally believed he wouldn’t let anything come between them.

Chapter 37 Trent climbed onto the fire truck. He was familiar with the area of town they were heading. His sister used to hang around there, getting high, disappearing for days. He remembered dragging her home one bad night. Isandro dropped into the seat beside him. “What did Ramirez say?” “To steer clear of Mitch.” “Asshole deserved everything you gave him and more.” “No shit.” “What about the video? Can they take it down and keep them from uploading it again?” Trent shook his head. “Doesn’t

sound like it. Not anytime soon anyway.” “How is she?” He snorted. “Seems to be taking it in stride. Though, with the way the media is blowing up over this damned tape, I don’t see how. I’m dreading the call from my mother.” Kyle joined the conversation. “She hasn’t called yet?” He shook his head. “Not sure how long that will last. My parents really like Ella, but this… I don’t even know what to say. It’s not like we taped ourselves and it was stolen. Someone videotaped us without our permission. And even if the attorneys get it pulled down, some other asshole can reload it ten minutes later.”

“Well, there are a hundred celebrities with dick pics, sex tapes and everything else floating around. This one was obviously done without your knowledge. I doubt your parents expect you to stay celibate at thirty years old.” “I’m sure they don’t expect to find me making love all over the internet either.” Isandro shrugged. “They dealt with Tina and all her shit.” Kyle shook his head. “I’m sure your parents will understand this isn’t your fault.” “Yeah. They won’t hold it against either of us, but talking to them about our sex life? Shit… I just hope this doesn’t make Ella run.”

Isandro offered a smile. “You said she’s taking it well.” “Yeah, and she sent her brother back to LA. She said she’ll see me tonight.” Trent smiled, thinking about her in that tub and wondering if she was touching herself while thinking about him. “I can’t wait until we’re done here.” Metcalf pulled up outside the same place Trent had found his sister just weeks after Randy died. He could still remember carrying her out of the decrepit building and taking her to the hospital. She’d gone to rehab but escaped a week later. He didn’t see her again for three weeks, when her twoyear-old son needed her.

Black smoke plumed above the trailer. Trent’s sense of dread increased as they worked to put out the fire. **** Relaxed and ready for a nap, Ella climbed out of the tub and pulled on the silk robe Trent had given her. The day had gotten off to a rough start, but it was looking up. She had plans for Trent, as soon as he got off work, if Mila was willing to help, since she couldn’t go anywhere. Forcing that out of her head, she focused on the positives in life. Ella stepped into her bedroom and froze. White roses and pieces of lavender were strewn across her bed.

Her heart raced as she grabbed her phone and dialed Marissa. Frozen, she listened to the phone ring for what seemed like forever. Finally, Marissa answered. “Everything all right, Ella?” “No. I need you to come to my house.” “What happened?” Swallowing hard, she shook her head. “He was in my house. Just hurry.” “We’ll be right there.” Ella reached under her bed where a pistol was hidden. She’d learned to shoot in preparation for Midnight Daughter, and had started to practice in earnest after the stalker started leaving gifts. Then she grabbed the first pair of

jeans and t-shirt she found and pulled them on before running downstairs. She thought about calling Trent, but he was dealing with a fire. Calling Mila would result in Trent finding out before she had a chance to talk to him, and if Logan was in her house, she had no problem shooting the sick fuck. She inched to the door and dialed Ryan. He answered right away. “Hello?” “Ryan, think you and your security guru could come out to my house and figure out why the hell my security system didn’t go off when I know I set it before going upstairs?” “Raven, Jesus Christ, I was worried about you. I take it your stalker taped you two?”

“Yeah, look, that’s the least of my worries. He was in my house just now. My security failed. No alarm went off while I was in the bathtub. The police are on the way, but I’m freaking out. Just tell me you’re at the ranch and it will only take a couple hours to get here.” “Of course, but need your address. What about your sexy fireman? Why isn’t he there with you?” “He’s actually at an emergency. You know, putting out a fire—that thing he does for a living. Please, Ryan, come out. Bring O’Neil with you.” “We’re on our way. Don’t stress. We’ll figure this out. And you better have your gun in case he’s still there.” “Oh, I’ve got it.” The knock at her

door made her heart skip a beat, and she looked out the peephole. Marissa stood there with her partner, Ben. Ella opened the door and stepped back, putting the gun in her waistband. The safety was still on. “Call me when you’re close. The police just got here.” “We’ll be there.” “A gun?” Marissa asked. “Tell me you know how to use it.” “Of course. I had training, not just with blanks. And I have the permits.” Ella took a breath. “Want to see the paperwork?” “No, I trust you. But I’ve known enough people who never bothered to learn. That almost always leads to problems.”

Ella managed a tight smile. “I’ve had a stalker for years. I wanted to be prepared.” She snorted. “Obviously, it didn’t help last time he got his hands on me, but that took a car accident and a concussion.” Marissa nodded, her brow arched. “Show me what’s going on.” **** Ella sat in the corner of the living room, where she could see all the open spaces. Marissa and Ben had taken her statement and gathered what evidence they could. They tried to convince her to leave, but she had stayed put so there was a cop car on the street, watching. Didn’t take long before she

regretted the decision to brave it out. At least, Ryan was on his way with his security expert who could take care of the problem Ben found when he’d checked the box. The buzzing startled her, but Ella picked up her phone. We’re here. She stumbled to her feet, still shaking from the ordeal, and made sure Ryan was on the other side of the door. Relief flooded her as she threw open the door. Ryan scooped her into a bear hug. O’Neil stepped in behind him and squeezed her shoulder. “Hey, Raven. Long time no see,” O’Neil said with a pinched brow. “Ella, please call me Ella. I’m sure everyone’s figured it out since the video,

but damn it, I really wanted to leave Raven in the past.” “That will take some getting used to.” O’Neil nodded inside. “Show me the system, Ella. I’ll go from there.” She took them through the house, showing O’Neil everything the security guy had pointed out when she first had it installed a couple days after moving in. Back in the living room, Ryan took Ella’s hand. “You’re shaking like a leaf, angel. This is really getting under your skin, huh?” Her teeth ground together before she managed an answer. “I was in the next room, naked, in my bath. I thought the video was as bad as it was going to get. Apparently not.”

“You need to sit.” Ryan escorted her to the chair and she curled up, pulling her legs to her chest. He started for the kitchen “I’ll get you something to drink.” “I’m fine, Ryan, please. I’m not thirsty.” “Pshh… if you were fine, you wouldn’t be in this state.” She put her head down and pulled in a slow breath. If she hadn’t been so stupid, she wouldn’t be in this mess. No, she urged Trent to go to work, where he was supposed to be. And now, she could really use his arms around her, telling her everything would be okay before carrying her to his house. O’Neil sat on the coffee table

before her and leaned forward. “Looks like this guy hacked the system, then rerouted the feed. I wouldn’t be surprised if more sex tapes show up.” She shook her head frantically and blinked back tears. “I didn’t have cameras installed in every room. Just the entrances.” “They’re connected now. This guy has been in your house, at least a couple of times.” She couldn’t breathe and closed her eyes tight. Ryan dropped down beside O’Neil and handed her the wine glass. “Drink up. It will help you relax.” She shook her head, holding the glass off the edge of the couch, avoiding

the smell. **** Trent didn’t know what the hell was going on, but Ella wasn’t answering her phone, and Mila only said two men showed up at her house. Worried sick, he slammed his truck door shut and drove to her house. Sure enough, a black Escalade was parked in her driveway. He stormed up the driveway and banged his fist on the door. Ryan King’s brow arched as he opened the door. “The fireman?” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Trent snapped. “Whoa, calm your ass down. I’m not here to take your woman. I’m here

for a friend.” He looked past Ryan to find another big man standing next to Ella, who sat huddled in the chair, hugging her legs to her chest with one arm, and hanging onto a wineglass with the other hand. The other guy stared Trent down, his massive arms folded over his broad chest. Trent glared at the stranger. “And who are you?” “A friend, and the guy fixing her security issues. Seems Logan Manchester, formally Logan Poole, has been in her house, probably more than once.” Trent brushed past the movie star and knelt in front of Ella, who didn’t look up. Tears stained her face. He’d

seen Tina like this so many times he’d lost count. Lost in a sea of depression, drinking to drown the pain. He stared at the glass of wine and the wet spot on the carpet beneath it. Ella didn’t say a word, too lost in her thoughts to realize he was there. Fear gripped him tight as his mind started filling in the blanks. “Are you drinking?” His tone was harsher than he meant, but he didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?” Slowly shaking his head, he sneered. “You let two men come in here and give you alcohol?” Anger filled her blue-green eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Are you drunk? How long have they been here?” She climbed out of her chair and backed away from him with a blank mask on her face. She took the glass with her, not spilling a drop. “You really think that’s what’s going on?” Standing up, he huffed. “I don’t have a clue what the hell is happening. You aren’t answering your phone. Then I find Ryan King here, with I’m hoping his bodyguard, and you’re not saying a damned thing.” Tears filled her eyes as she turned away. The big silent guy spoke up, “Hey, man, you should probably back off

before you regret the next thing coming out of your mouth.” Trent turned to stare up at the man. He had a good three inches on him, built like a bodybuilder, and wearing a military-style haircut. “Would someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Ella glared at him. “Logan was here… while I was in the bath. I came out and found ro-roses and lav-lavender strewn across the b-bed. You were busy at a fire, so I called Ryan and O’Neil.” He tore the glass from her hand and slammed it down on the table. “And this? You turn to alcohol because some asshole got in here? I thought you were smarter than that.” Ella walked away, shutting down.

He stepped toward her and O’Neil pushed him back. “I warned you to think before you spoke.” “Nothing to say?” Trent demanded of Ella. “Is this how you deal when I’m not here and you fall apart?” She turned and climbed the stairs without another glance. Trent tried to follow. O’Neil slammed him down in the chair. “Hey, she doesn’t need that bullshit. She’s on the edge as it is.” “No shit. So why didn’t she call?” “Last she heard, you were on your way to a fire. You never called her.” “I’ve left three messages and several texts.” Ella returned downstairs with a

small suitcase and headed for the front door. Still no words. Not even a glance in Trent’s direction. Trent shoved past O’Neil and stepped into Ella’s path. “Where the hell are you going?” “Leaving.” “Why?” She closed her eyes and a single tear fell. “I thought you were different. Surprise, I was wrong.” He reached for her, and she stepped back, shaking her head. “Ella, talk to me,” he demanded. “Why? You have all the fucking answers.” She turned and went out the garage door. Before he could take a step, Ryan

pushed him back. “Oh no. You’ve done enough damage. I want you to think about this for a moment. Did she smell like alcohol?” He glared back. “I don’t know. Neither of you allowed me close enough to find out.” He pushed his way past Ryan and watched Ella drive away. “You going to just stand there and let her drive drunk?” “You’re a damned moron,” Ryan snarled. “I gave her a glass of wine. She didn’t even take a sip, and she wouldn’t have even if you hadn’t shown up.” “And I’m supposed to believe you?” Trent shook his head. “I’m not even sure I believe anybody right now. She called you instead of me.” He tried

to walk past Ryan, but the actor shoved him back. “Don’t be jealous. Ella and I have been friends a long time. But she’s got all the wrong parts.” He glanced at O’Neil, who nodded. “I’ve been with Shannon O’Neil here for nearly as long as I’ve known Ella.” Trent looked to O’Neil, who answered, “Yeah, that’s right, we’re a couple.” “Shit. Fuck!” He pinched the bridge of his nose and stepped back. “I need to find her. I need to apologize.” “Hey,” Ryan said, stepping in front of him, “before you go find her, you should really think about what you just did. Did she tell you why she left

Hollywood?” “Reporters always assuming shit.” “And what did you just do?” He pressed at his eyes. “Why the hell didn’t she say something?” “When one of those assholes gets in your face, if you respond with anything, they usually find a way to twist your words and use it against you. She learned to be silent years ago. It’s the only way to deal with that scum. When you start throwing shit at her, why would it be any different?” “I just need to talk to her.” He slipped past them both, toward his truck and started dialing. The first time, her phone rang twice before going to voicemail. The next

three calls went straight there. Desperate, he looked back at the house to find Ryan locking up and O’Neil standing next to him. “Ryan, O’Neil, I’m sorry. I know you have no reason to trust me, but if you talk to her, tell her to call. Please.” Ryan returned an expression full of pity. “I’m willing to bet it’s going to take her time to listen. She trusted you, and you broke it by doing exactly what everyone does to her.” “And that’s why I need to make this right.” O’Neil shook his head. “Did someone spiral out of control because of drugs or alcohol?” He nodded. “My father, my sister.

And today we put out a fire at the same meth house where I dragged my sister out a few years back. Shit… I know better. She looked so broken, and then I saw the glass.” “We’ll talk to her,” Ryan promised. “It’s probably going to take time. If you care about her, and it seems you do, just have patience.” Trent asked for Ryan’s phone. “I’ll put my number in there so you can get in touch with me.” Ryan handed over the phone. “I hope you haven’t fucked up too much. She really loves you.” “I love her so damned much it scares me to death to think I might have lost her already.”

Ryan patted his shoulder. “I’ll talk to you soon, one way or another. Maybe we can help. But if you ever pull this shit again…” O’Neil finished, “I’m going to beat your ass so hard you’ll wish you never laid eyes on her.” “Don’t blame you there.” Once he was back home, he sent a text. Ella, please, I was wrong. It will never happen again. I love you. He didn’t expect a response. Not yet. He needed to find a better way to get through to her, to make her understand.

Chapter 38 Lakeridge Inn was quiet and comfortable enough, but Ella’s emotions were on empty… and she felt like a fool. She should have told Ryan hell no to the wine instead of shutting down. She knew Trent had issues with the stuff, and after what he’d told her about Tina and his father, she really couldn’t blame him. Still, that didn’t give him the right to assume she was an alcoholic, or turning to drinking. He hadn’t asked, just accused. Bastard didn’t even find out if she was all right after she told him Logan had been in her house, in her bedroom, while she was in the damned tub, naked and vulnerable.

Tears filled her eyes all over again. He’d sent a dozen texts. So had Mila. If she called Mila, she’d only tell Trent what was going on, and where to find her. She wasn’t ready to face him. Her heart ached too bad to listen to a thousand excuses. Ella was terrified she’d take him back and he’d break her open all over again. She needed time to build her courage before talking to him. Once, she could forgive, but a second time would shatter her already fragile heart. Before she could talk to him, she needed to know she had the strength to walk away if he jumped to similar conclusions in the future. Someone knocked on her door and she covered her head, wishing everyone

would leave her alone. “Angel, it’s me,” Ryan called. She swung her legs off the bed and made her way to the door. “Tell me you didn’t have pity on that asshole.” “Shit,” Ryan muttered. “Yeah, but he’s not here.” She looked out the peephole and opened the door for Ryan. “I shouldn’t have given you the wine. I didn’t think you’d drink it, but I hoped it might ease your nerves.” “No. There’s nothing wrong with having a lousy glass of wine. Not that I drank the damned thing. Trent shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions and called me a drunk,” Ella muttered, turning to flop down on her bed.

Ryan opened the connecting door to the next room and Shannon appeared on the other side. “Hey, kid. Trent knows he fucked up.” “Don’t even speak his name right now. I can’t. If I hear him apologize, I’ll forgive him. Then, when he does it again, he’ll break my damned heart.” Ryan plopped down beside her and scooted his arm under her shoulder. “I hear ya, but he’s had a rough day and knows he put his foot in his mouth.” She shot off the bed and paced away. “He broke me open because he thinks I’m like his sister. I’ve never given him a reason to go there.” “And if he can prove he knows where he went wrong, and that he won’t

do it again?” “Then I’ll figure it out, but right now I can’t deal with him. I don’t have the strength.” “Do you love him?” She blinked back tears and nodded. “Then give him a chance to prove it.” “I will, but not tonight. I hurt too much to face him yet.” “Still having nightmares?” “I’ll be fine.” “Ella, does he make you happy?” She slid down the wall and covered her face. “Stop, Ryan. I can’t do this tonight. I’m not ready to talk. I need to think.” “All right. Just knock if you want to

talk.” Ryan crouched down and kissed her head. “Don’t suffer alone.” Shannon added, “We’re both here and want to help.” “Thanks. How long do you think it will take to set up the rest of the security system? I don’t want to stay in a hotel. I like my home.” Shannon answered, “Tomorrow. Top of the line. No hacking, no splicing. This bastard isn’t going to get back in when I’m done with it.” “Thank you. For coming out, for taking care of me. But right now I just want to sleep.” “No dinner?” Ryan tried. “No appetite. I can order room service later if I need it.”

Ryan hugged her. “Okay. Good night.”

Chapter 39 She never came home. Trent kept a vigil, sitting in the living room watching all night long. He never saw anyone come or go from her house. Ella wouldn’t answer the phone, wouldn’t text. This was his damned fault, not hers. But he needed a chance, just one damned chance, to fix his fuck up. At daybreak, he got ready for a run, praying to God he’d see her, even if she had Ryan and O’Neil with her. Exhausted, and disgusted with himself, he returned home after not seeing a soul on the run. Mila met him at the end of her driveway. “Where is she?” she

demanded. He shook his head, his heart twisting tighter. The thought of her leaving for good threatened to break him. “I don’t know.” Fury burned in her eyes. “She won’t even talk to me. What the hell did you do?” “Fuck, I messed up. I read the situation wrong and blew up.” “How?” she asked in a low, deadly voice. “I said shit I shouldn’t have. I know better, but after yesterday… damn it… I couldn’t stop my head from putting her in Tina’s shoes.” Mila’s hands clenched into fists as fury laced her tone. “Why?”

“Logan had been in her room. Left flowers while she was in the bath. She didn’t tell me. I got there while Ryan and some security guy were there checking out her system. She had a glass of wine in her hand, and I assumed the worst.” “Instead of comforting her, you what? Accused her of being drunk? You jumped that far to conclusions, just like the reporters. That’s just great.” He threw his hands up and his voice broke as tears burned his eyes. “I said I fucked up. I need to figure out how to fix it.” Mila shook her head and walked away. “Mila, please. What do I do?” “Depends on how bad you hurt her.

I need to see if I can get her to talk to me. She’s probably worried I’ll take your side.” “I’m sorry. Mila, I’ll fix this.” “Not sure you can.” Her dark hair swished as she walked away. Another nail was driven through his heart as he turned and trudged back to his house. Kyle caught up with him at his door. “Mila’s worried. I’ll talk to her.” Trent shook his head. “I’m worried too, but Ella’s with friends. I can’t imagine she’ll stay away from Mila forever. Me—she’ll probably never speak to me again.” “Don’t give up. You’ll figure this out.”

“I fucking hope so. I can’t let it end this way. I love her, and I tore her apart with the fucked up shit I said.” “What did you say?” “I saw the wineglass and assumed she’d let two strange men get her drunk. The fact that fucking stalker was in her house didn’t even register I was so pissed she was drinking—but she wasn’t. The glass was nearly full, some was spilled on the floor. I just—fuck that house yesterday, that was the same meth lab I dragged Tina from after Randy died. My head was screwed all to hell, and I broke her trust with the shit I spewed. Kyle rubbed his neck, shaking his head. “Can’t say I blame her from

shutting you out. I get it, I feel for you, but how do you make up for that?” Trent wiped at his face. “Don’t have a clue, but I need to figure it out.” “If I hear anything, I’ll share. Just don’t tell Mila.” Trent managed a smile. “Thanks, but don’t do anything to get in trouble with Mila. I’ll find a way. I have to.” “Mila doesn’t know Tina’s whole story, or your father’s. She’ll listen to me, maybe she’ll help.” “What I’ve seen doesn’t excuse my actions. I accused Ella of turning to alcohol. She’d never given me a reason to even think that. This is all fucked up. I’ve never even seen her drink.” “Mila will understand. We’ll get

through to her, then to Ella.” “Go back home to your wife. I need a shower, then I want to check if Ella went to the shop today. I just want to see her, even if she won’t talk to me yet.” “Good luck, man.” Kyle jogged back to his house. **** Ella sat in her office, alone. She’d sent Ryan and Shannon to get food. The press corps had shown back up, so she had music blasting out front, in an effort to drown out anything they said, or shouted. She sat back and dialed Mila. The phone barely rang once. “Ella?”

“Yeah, I should have called sooner. I didn’t know what to say.” “You had me so worried.” “I’m sorry. I couldn’t deal with Trent and wasn’t sure you wouldn’t try to convince me to listen to him.” “Tell me what happened yesterday. He said Logan was in your house. Really?” “He caught that detail?” She snorted. “He was more fixated on the glass of wine in my hand. And no amount of what he’s gone through excuses the things he said to me.” “Talk to me. Start at the beginning.” “Promise you won’t take his side.” “I’m on yours, Ella. Always. I promise I won’t try to sway you.”

Ella told her everything. Before she finished, Ryan and Shannon stood at the entrance to her office. Ryan grabbed several tissues and took them to her. “Where are you?” “Mon Armoire. Opening is soon. Got to finish getting ready.” “Want my help?” “Ryan is here with a guy from the security firm. They’re installing a new system here and at the house. Apparently Logan hacked into the one at home and rerouted it. He probably has more video. I can’t even think about what he’s doing with it. I can’t let my mind wander to what everyone thinks. I keep shutting it out. I feel so broken.” “Ella, let me come out.”

“How about when I go home tonight? You can meet Ryan.” “Sure. Please don’t shut me out because my husband’s friend fucked up.” “I won’t.” “If you need to talk, call.” “Okay, but I have Dr. Eisman’s number if I need her too. And Ryan and O’Neil are here. I’ll see you tonight.” “See you then.” Mila ended the call. Ella took the tissues, wiping at her tear-streaked face. “You miss him,” Ryan said softly. “I can’t deny I love him. And I’ll talk to him when I’m ready.” “That feeling won’t go away in a few days, Ella. And you live across the

street from him. Don’t torture yourself.” “Why don’t you guys go back to my house and put the finishing touches on the system there?” “We’re not leaving,” O’Neil said. “Not without you.” Ryan shrugged. “I’ll stop. I just feel sorry for the guy. It’s obvious he loves you. Hell, I could see it in the way he made love to you.” “Oh my God! Tell me you didn’t watch that?” O’Neil smirked. “Couldn’t help it. I meant to just see what sites it was on, but then the video started and you two… mesmerizing.” Ryan nodded. “We didn’t watch it all, but what you two share is special.

And last night, after you left, he realized he’d fucked up. He was a mess. Give the man a chance.” Ella stood, shaking her head. “That’s not fair. I can’t be with a man who makes assumptions about me without the facts.” She brushed past Ryan and headed for the boxes of clothing. Ryan sighed. “How are you coping with the crews outside?” “I don’t hear them.” She started going through the merchandise and met Ryan’s gaze. “I know you worry about me, but you’re here, and not leaving. So help a girl out.” “Fine, you win.” Ryan joined her while Shannon went back to work on the

security system. **** Trent walked up the steps to his parent’s house, dreading the impending conversations. Both with his parents, and the one he needed to have with Tina. He knocked on the door and Tina answered. “You look like hell.” “Feel like hell. Can we talk?” She nodded. “Sure. Though Mom wants to talk to you too. She’s worried about Ella. That sex tape…” Tina shook her head. “How the hell did that happen?” “Her stalker I’m guessing. Videotaped it from outside through the curtains.”

“Is Ella all right?” “No, and that’s my fault.” “Tell me you didn’t blame her for that?” “No. Look, can we go out back. I just… I need you to hear me out.” She nodded. “Is Mom here? Or Dad? I’m not ready to talk to them yet. Not until I deal with my mistake. I can’t deal with the video right now.” “They’re at brunch with friends.” Tina walked out the back door toward a patio set. Trent followed. “So, what’s going on?” “I’m an asshole. Let me start by saying that.”

Tina turned to him with wide eyes. “What did you do?” “Yesterday was a fucking mess. Mitch started shit about the video. I busted his face. Then I dealt with the police and lawyers, trying to figure out how to get the video taken down. Ella’s brother was there, he doesn’t seem to like me much, and after the shit I said last night, he has every right to hate me.” “Whoa, slow down. What?” He shook his head. “I’m laying out how I got to where I did. Please, listen.” She nodded. “Ella was dealing with everything fine. She sent me back to work, so I went… reluctantly. God, I wish I hadn’t asked and just went home with her. All

of this could have been avoided… at least for now.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. “She called me right before she got in the tub. We only stopped talking when the alarm at the station went off. The Quinton’s place burned to the ground. All I could think about was you, and how I carried you out of there. Then I kept thinking about all the times I took you away from some messed up situation, and how you kept falling down the same hole, no matter how many times you swore you were done with that shit.” She sighed heavily. “I deserve that, but what does that have to do with Ella?”

“I want to say I believe you’re finally past the addiction, I know it’s not that simple because I still find it hard to trust you. And all that shit boiled up when I got to Ella’s house and saw two strange men with her. She was holding a glass of wine in her hand.” “Huh?” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “She wasn’t answering her phone. I was getting worried. Mila hadn’t heard from her. I showed up at her place, and Ryan King answered the door. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. Ella was huddled in on herself, near a panic attack, holding a glass of wine. I immediately thought of all the times I found you like that and said a lot of shit I

shouldn’t have.” “Have you ever even seen her take a drink?” He shook his head. “No. I saw her reach for a bottle of wine once, and I distracted her. But she’s never done a damned thing to make me think she’d wind up doing what you’ve done. I jumped to conclusions and made accusations. Like an idiot. And it reminded her of how the damned media has treated her.” “You ever find out why she had two men there?” “While she was in the bath, the stalker entered her house and left flowers on the bed. She was naked in the other room. I was so busy putting her in

your place that I didn’t even figure that out until she walked out.” “Was she drinking?” Tina asked in confusion. “Ryan gave her a glass of wine. Apparently, she hadn’t actually sipped it. He was just trying to help her calm down. His friend is a security guru. They were there for moral support because she knew I was at a fire, and she needed her security system fixed. But I didn’t know any of it.” Tina shook her head, a look of disgust on her face. “Yeah, you’re an asshole. I can’t imagine how scared she was.” He nodded. “So when I accused her of doing what you’ve done, she shut

down, shut me out, and wouldn’t even talk to me. She left her own home and slept somewhere else last night because I hurt her. She trusted me and I ripped her open.” Pity replaced the disgust. She gave him a hug. “Look, I know I’ve messed up countless times and I would have deserved that, but Ella doesn’t. You said it yourself, she’d never even drank anything in front of you.” “That’s why I’m here. How the hell do I prove I won’t do this again when I’m not even sure that’s the truth?” “I’ve been going to a therapist, working through my issues. I know this isn’t the same as mine, but I could give you her number. She helps family

members deal with this sort of thing.” “Thanks. I’ll try anything to make this right.” She pulled out her phone and sent him a text with the number. “Dr. Eisman helps a lot of people with a lot of things.” Trent laughed softly. “I already know her. Why didn’t I think of that before?” “Because you haven’t realized that you have your own issues to work out.” “I figured that when I watched the love of my life walk out the door instead of defending herself.” He rubbed the tension in his neck. “She didn’t argue, wouldn’t correct me. She left with tears in her eyes, and I still didn’t get it. Not

until she drove away and one of her closest friends put me in my place.” “Ella shouldn’t have to defend herself. She didn’t do anything wrong.” “I know. I’m the one who fucked up.” He gave her a sad smile. “Thank you, Tina. Sorry, I’m an asshole.” “You can fix this. Might take time. But she really does love you.” “Hope I have time to get through to her. Once she makes a decision, she sticks to it. I love her, though, and I’m not giving up, no matter what I have to do.” “What’s going on?” Mom asked. Trent’s heart thudded to a brief stop as he turned to his mother. “I may have lost Ella because I’m a moron.”

Tina gripped his shoulder. “A moron wouldn’t accept his mistake, or admit he might have a problem.” “Oh, I have a problem, and I need help.” He rubbed at his face as Dad stepped outside. “Is Ella all right?” Mom asked. He shook his head. “No. She was until I slipped into the past and thought she was drinking, when she wasn’t.” “Huh?” Dad asked. He told them the whole story. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how deeply his father and sister’s addiction had affected him. He needed to talk to Dr. Eisman. He needed to get past the shit he’d been through. Tina was finally in a good place, and he

couldn’t see it until she reasoned out his mistakes. “I need to go set up an appointment. I need to prove to Ella I know what I did was wrong, but I’ve learned my lesson.” Mom hugged him when he stood. “You better. I like that girl. Even if some jerk plastered you two all over the internet.” “I’m sorry, Trent,” Dad said. “If I hadn’t gone down that path, maybe neither of you would have dealt with these things.” Tina snorted. “I don’t think it’s that simple. You didn’t do this to me, Dad. I still would have fallen for Randy, and I would have still been here. But I know how much my little boy needs me, and

I’m not going there again.” Trent hugged Tina, finally believing she meant that. She may struggle from time to time but he was sure she wasn’t going fall down that same rabbit hole next time she got depressed. “Love you, little sis. Mom, Dad, I love you too. Now, I need to go get my woman back before she shuts me out for good.” “Go on now, fix this and don’t make the same mistake again,” Mom stated with a warm smile. Dad nodded and shooed him toward the door. Apparently, he didn’t have to worry about what his parents thought about the video. They were more concerned about how Ella was coping. With his parent’s support, he left to

start fixing his mess before it was too late.

Chapter 40 Ella stood in her shop, watching the shadows pass by the shuttered windows. Panic started to edge in and she disappeared into her office to dial Dr. Eisman. She scheduled an appointment for later that day and dropped her head into her hands. Her whole world was ready to implode. News crews gathered outside her shop waiting for her to come out. The police could find no sign of Logan though he’d been in her house just a day before. Trent hadn’t even tried to call or text her since that morning. The last text

read, I love you, Ella. I’ll find a way to make up for last night. She broke down crying in her office. Ryan heard her sobbing and ran back to check on her. “Oh, angel, what’s wrong?” “I miss him.” “Then call him.” She shook her head. “I’m not ready. What if he does it again?” “He wants to make this right. Is one mistake enough to make you walk away from love?” She shook her head. “No, but I need to be strong enough that when I see him again, I don’t fall into his arms and forgive him if he does that again.” “So you’re going to shut him out

because he might hurt you again?” “No. I want time. And I need to see Dr. Eisman.” Ella wasn’t sure if she was edging closer to a panic attack, and she wanted to talk about how bad Trent had hurt her with his accusations. She needed to sort through her thoughts before she saw Trent. “When?” Ryan asked. “Two hours.” “Want a ride?” She shrugged. “Let’s see how much longer I can handle the media outside my door first. Besides, I really would like Shannon to finish the security system at home so I can sleep in my own bed. Though I might have to burn the comforter, and anything Logan may have

touched.” Ryan smirked. “While you’re at the therapist’s, I’ll get you a new bed set. Deal?” “You know what those asshats outside are going to start saying, don’t you?” He shrugged. “Thought you didn’t care about that? Besides, they’ve said worse about us.” “But what will Trent believe?” “Ella.” Ryan moved in front of her. “We told Trent our secret. He’s not going to believe the tabloids.” She managed a sad smile. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.” “I’m glad I could.”

**** An hour of rambling to Dr. Eisman and Trent realized he should have spoken to a professional a long time ago about his own problems. He never imagined how deep his issues ran. After he set up a few follow-up appointments with her, he walked out of Dr. Eisman’s office and found Ella sitting in a chair, patiently waiting. She looked up and froze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. His heart paused as he approached. “Is everything all right?” She blinked slowly and whispered, “What are you doing here?” “Getting help with my own issues. I

regret every word I said last night, Ella. I was an asshole, and I know it. I am so sorry.” She shook her head. “So, why are you here?” “I don’t ever want to repeat my behavior from last night, but I can’t let you go. When I realized why I said what I did, I decided to work through the shit in my head.” “Oh.” She looked down at her fidgeting hands. “Ella, I’m ready for you.” Dr. Eisman said. Ella met Trent’s gaze as a tear fell. “I hope she helps.” Without another word, she walked past Trent and into the office.

His heart threatened to pound out of his chest as he sank into the seat she’d used. He dropped his head into his hands and waited, praying she would talk to him on her way out. An hour passed and Ella finally appeared in the reception area. She stopped two steps from the door. “You didn’t need to stay.” “I did because I wasn’t sure when I’d have an opportunity to see you again. I was worried about you. Did something else happen?” “The reporters showed up again outside the shop today. It all came crashing down, and I needed help dealing with it.” “I’m so damned sorry, and I know

that’s not enough. That’s why I’m here. Can we get dinner or something? I’m not asking for forgiveness. I haven’t earned it yet, but please, talk to me. I need to know you’re all right.” She snorted. “You realize there will be reporters following us? Hell, they followed me here. I can just imagine the headlines now.” He moved to her, shaking his head. “I don’t give a damn about the reporters. I’m worried about you, about how much I hurt you. If you want to eat at my house, or yours, we can.” “I’m not sleeping with you, Trent. You ripped out my heart and I need time.” He nodded. “I know. I was so

wrapped up in the shit in my head. Even knowing how stressful your life was, I assumed you’d handle it like my sister. That’s why I’m finally talking to Dr. Eisman about it, getting it out of my head so I won’t pull that dick move again. Give me a chance, Ella. I love you, and will do anything to prove to you I won’t ever jump to conclusions again. I can’t hurt you again, it’s breaking me now.” “Ryan and O’Neil are at my house. O’Neil’s finishing up with my security system. Seems Logan rerouted it. There’s probably more video of us… thanks to the security cameras. Shit…” she wiped at her eyes. “Come to my house. I promised them pizza.” He nodded. “I’ll follow you back.”

Ella turned to leave, not bothering to look back. She was in too much pain to take any comfort from him. Even if it took every day for the rest of his life, he was going to prove he could change for the better. **** Ella pulled out of the clinic parking lot. Too many emotions swirled through her. Trent wanted to fix things. He realized how he fucked up and was committed to changing. The proof was in is willingness to go to therapy, something she would never have suggested. Ella hadn’t considered how deep his issues might run from the history with his sister and father. But

seeing him still sitting there, waiting for her, gave her an ounce of hope, but she needed to shield her heart. Dr. Eisman told her to follow her heart, but she didn’t trust the stupid beating organ. What if he did it again? What if he didn’t learn his lesson? What if he really thought those things of her? She needed to sit down and talk it out with him, but she was terrified of the answers. In traffic all the way home, Trent stayed behind her. He even parked in his own driveway and hurried across the street when she pulled into her garage. “Thank you,” he whispered. Nodding, she let them in. She couldn’t shut him out. She’d spent the

night before crying herself to sleep, wishing his arms were around her. But then the ugly words he had said swirled through her head and she wasn’t ready to let him all the way back in. Ryan peeked around the corner and smiled. “I guess you pulled your head out of your ass, fireman?” Trent dipped his head. “I really do hope so.” Ella stepped past Ryan into the kitchen and ordered enough pizza to feed an army. When she turned around, Trent was right there. “A reporter tried to interview me earlier.” He shook his head. “How did you deal with those guys following you day in and day out?”

“Ignore them as much as possible. I’m sorry I dragged them into your life. It was never my intention to disrupt anyone in this town. Sooner or later, a bigger news story will happen and they’ll go away.” “I didn’t say a word to them. Just kept walking until I climbed into my truck.” He moved closer but didn’t reach out to her. “I don’t care about them. The only thing I care about is you, and how you’re dealing with all of it. I know this is hard on you, and I made it worse.” He cracked her walls and she wanted to scream. Instead, she shook her head. “Stop apologizing.” She really didn’t think she could handle her own guilt, let alone his.

Staring into her eyes, he closed the distance until he was inches away. “I wish I knew how to fix this.” “Don’t give up,” Shannon said from the hallway. “Don’t expect forgiveness tonight. Keep trying until you get through to her. She was a mess, crying all night.” Ella turned away to stare out the window. “I’m not ready to walk away, but I need to protect my heart.” Trent’s hand curled over her shoulder. “No matter how long it takes, I’m going to gain your trust back.” Ella turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held on, pressing his lips to her temple. They stayed that way until the doorbell rang. O’Neil told Trent about the security

system. How it had been breached, and how he’d fixed it so that couldn’t happen again. Ella was too busy sorting through her emotions to pay much attention to the details he’d already explained twice. Ryan and O’Neil went back to the hotel after dinner, leaving her alone with Trent. “Would you run with me tomorrow?” he asked. That wasn’t what she’d been expecting. But he wasn’t pushing, and he was doing everything in his power to erase her doubts. Maybe she was just being stubborn. She nodded. “Yeah. Meet me at seven?” “I’ll be here.”

“I’m tired. It’s been a long day.” He nodded. “I’m going, but call me if you wake up and need someone. Even if it’s just to talk.” She nodded, walking him to the door. He pulled her into his arms and whispered against her ear. “Thank you for not shutting me out.” “I’m not letting you in yet. I just can’t let go.” “I’ll make you believe me again, Ella. I can’t lose you like this. I don’t want you hurting because I keep fucking up.” Closing her eyes, she pressed her head against his shoulder. Ella wanted to pull him toward the stairs and burrow

into his arms for the whole night, but she wasn’t ready. “I love you, Ella.” He kissed her temple once more and slipped through the door as tears spilled down her face. She prayed he could mend her broken heart, but her faith was crushed.

Chapter 41 Mon Amoire’s grand opening came a few days later. Ella managed to be all smiles when greeting the customers. O’Neil kept the media out of the shop. Ella had been busy since the moment she opened. If other parts of her life hadn’t been so crazy, she would have tried to hire an employee before now. Trent walked into the shop and her heart paused a beat. Other than their morning runs, she hadn’t seen him. She’d kept herself busy, trying to build the courage to actually talk to him. As much as she didn’t want to explain her actions to anyone, it was necessary this time. He needed to understand how deeply his

words had hurt and why she couldn’t go through that kind of pain again. Trent had shown extreme patience and understanding, which only made her feel worse. On this day, he greeted her with a sad smile. “I have a day off. Let me help. Please.” “You don’t have to do that.” “I want to. Please, Ella. You’re too busy to be here all alone.” A flitter of hope invaded and she nodded. “Okay. Thank you.” “I’ll take over the register while you help customers, okay?” “Yeah. Let me know if you need help.” Since he’d been there when she had the computer system installed, he knew as much about it as she did.

The next few hours flew by. Trent was immensely helpful. She couldn’t keep holding him at arm’s length because it was tearing her apart. Finally, she flipped the sign to the closed side. “I’ll be out here,” O’Neil said and nodded back inside at Ella. “Talk to him. I think he’s earned that.” She locked the door and turned around. Trent’s eyes locked on hers, nothing but pure love and admiration showed through. “Have dinner with me?” “It’s going to make the tabloids.” “If that’s a problem for you, come to my house. I won’t make a move. But I miss you, and it’s killing me to have you so close yet so far away.”

She couldn’t take it anymore and stepped into his arms. “I miss you too.” He held her close and kissed her forehead. “Where are we eating?” “Too late to keep the photographers at bay. But if they ask you questions, do me one favor.” “What’s that?” “Pretend they don’t exist.” “I’ve been ignoring them and don’t plan on stopping. Will you let me sit beside you if I take you to the steak house? Maybe hold your hand?” “Yeah, but we have a lot to talk about. I understand the basics about why you said what you did, but you need to know why it hurt so much.” “I’ll listen to everything you have

to say,” he promised. She smiled softly. “Ryan and Shannon are going to insist on eating there too. They can sit at another table, but Shannon’s playing bodyguard for both of us.” “They could sit with us. I wouldn’t mind as long as I get time with you.” She shook her head. “No. I have personal things I need to say to you, alone.” He nodded in agreement. She grabbed her purse and stepped outside, holding up her finger, she said, “Give me a second.” Closing the door, she turned to Shannon. “Trent is taking me to Long Ride Steak House. We need some time alone.”

“I’d say.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Hear him out, okay?” “Yeah, as long as he hears me out, too.” Shannon looked past her, through the window. “I think it’s safe to say he’d do anything, at this point, for another chance.” “I know, but I needed to figure out what I have to say before I let him in again.” **** The hostess seated them at the same table as their first date. Trent sat across from Ella so he could keep eye contact for their conversation. They sat in tense silence while they

waited for the waitress. Once they were alone, Ella looked him in the eye. “It’s only fair I explain why I shut down the other night.” He nodded, not saying a word, and fully expecting her wrath. “I realize we never talked about drugs or alcohol, and I know your sister and father both had their own issues, but I have never turned to either… ever. My mother and father died in an accident. They’d been drinking, celebrating their anniversary. He wrapped their car around a tree. So I don’t drink, but when someone hands me a glass of anything alcoholic, I’ll carry it around the whole night just to keep people from handing me another. It’s habit. At those parties,

everyone drinks, so holding onto a glass works.” He gripped the table, nodding. “Which is why I should have asked what was wrong. I had never seen you drink. But you went for a bottle the one night.” “It wasn’t the wine I was reaching for. I wanted my stash of chocolate behind the bottles.” “Shit. This is why I started to see Dr. Eisman. The issues with my family made me see the worst. I didn’t even realize why until I talked to Tina the other day.” “Yeah, well you threw all of that in my face. You cut me deep, telling me I was drunk, accusing me of drowning in something I can’t even bring myself to

sip. Especially after I started getting gifts from Logan. The idea of being intoxicated scared the hell out of me. So I shut down and walked away before you could say worse.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “You wouldn’t have listened. You were so pissed off. I couldn’t have gotten through. And I get it, you were stuck in the past, but I can’t go through that again, Trent. If I didn’t love you, I’d walk away and never look back right now. Instead, I’ve been crying myself to sleep because I want you there with me, but I’m terrified you’re going to rip my heart out with your own demons.” He moved to sit beside her in the booth and pulled her close. “Never

again, Ella. That’s why I’m working out my head so I don’t do this again. It crushed me when you shut me out and sent me away. You made me realize what I did wrong, and how badly I needed to fix it.” “You are. And I’m sorry I shut down and pushed you away but I needed time to understand my own feelings. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions and make a decision until I had the strength to open up and hear you out. I’m sorry.” “I love you so damned much.” “Love you too,” she whispered. **** Ryan and Shannon had driven Ella to the shop. So she rode home with

Trent. “Will you stay the night?” “Nothing I want more.” “Go get your things and meet me at my house.” “Be right there.” She climbed out of the vehicle, and he watched her go to her front door. He waited until she was inside before driving into his own garage. Ella took a deep breath and let it out. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure her heart was safe, but keeping Trent at a distance hurt more than she ever believed possible. Even worse than his outburst the other night. The knock on her door startled her, but she peeked outside. Mila stood there with her hands in her pockets.

Ella let her in with a grim smile. “Sorry, I haven’t been talking much.” “You’re okay? Why did Trent bring you home?” She sighed. “We’re working things out.” Mila smiled. “I’m glad. Once Kyle explained more details about Tina, I started to feel bad for the guy. He’s been miserable, trying anything and everything to figure out how to get you to talk to him.” Ella smiled sadly. “That’s why I’m trusting him.” “Let’s do lunch tomorrow. You can tell me about the store opening and we can catch up.” She hugged Ella. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” Mila stepped outside as Trent came up the steps wearing a big smile. “Good evening, Mila.” “You’re forgiven,” Mila said before walking past. Ella’s brow arched. He ducked his gaze. “She was pissed at me when you wouldn’t talk to her.” “Sorry.” Shaking his head, he shut the door and she set the alarm. Trent’s hands curled around her waist before she could turn back. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Ella turned, capturing his mouth in a kiss full of emotion. He backed her against the wall, caressing her face as

her hands clung to his sides. When he pressed his forehead to hers, tears formed in his eyes and she knew he was hurting as bad as her. “Make love to me,” she whispered. Taking her hand, he led her toward the stairs. As soon as the bedroom door shut, he lifted her dress over her head before pulling his shirt off. She trailed her fingers down his chest as his hands roamed over her body. Ella unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs. Skin to skin, she felt at home. He walked her to the bed, easing her down so he could settle over her. “I’ve missed holding you in my arms,” he murmured, staring into her

soul. “Me too.” He kissed her, taking his time as if memorizing every detail. She raked her fingers through his hair, shifting her hips to encourage him. He pressed in and the tightness in her chest loosened with his slow rhythm. “Never letting you go, Ella.” She didn’t want promises, she wanted him. Rolling him over, she rose above him, taking his hands for leverage as she took him deeper, needing to feel him to the depths of her soul. Trent sat up, bending his arm around her waist to roll her over. He grabbed her ankles, bringing them to his shoulders as he thrust into her.

“Yes, Trent, I need you so bad,” she cried. He pounded into her, taking her to new heights. She gripped the headboard, holding tight to stop from sliding. His loving eyes stared back at her as he caressed her leg and thumbed her clit. A pleasure-filled cry escaped as he pushed her off the edge to freefall into bliss. Trent kept the rhythm, the orgasm rolling through her until he pressed deep and followed. Trent dropped down beside her, wrapping her in his arms. Ella placed a soft kiss over his heart and relaxed for the first time since he’d damaged her own.

“Hold me tonight.” “Nothing I want more.”

Chapter 42 The next morning, Trent went to work shortly after their run. Ella didn’t expect to see him until later that evening, if he wasn’t too tired. So after a long day at the shop, with Ryan helping and Shannon manning the door, she went home. She sensed someone’s eyes on her, but the reporters had moved on. Either because she wasn’t talking, or a bigger news story had happened, but she avoided the TV and magazines as much as possible. Eventually, she’d start looking at the fashion magazines again. Even as Raven, she’d always pretended the gossip tabloids didn’t exist.

Shaking off the paranoia, she hurried upstairs. She wanted to do something nice for Trent. Lately, he’d done everything for her, without expecting anything in return. Now she wanted to prove he was a vital part of her life. Kicking off her heels, she walked to the closet and pulled down the trap door and the attic stairs. Surely, there was something up there she could use as a temporary gift until she could go shopping and find a better idea. In the attic, she sorted through boxes, thinking back on the good times, until she found an old picture frame her brother had given her. Silver with sappy words for love and soulmates all over.

In the photo, Jackson held her but smiled into the camera. The picture made her sick. Sam used to throw it in her face that she’d been so happy with the actor. Asshole had been all over some model at a party she hadn’t attended because she was busy filming. Ella had ignored the tabloids the next day, but Ryan told her what really happened. Her boyfriend had fucked the model in the bathroom, where anyone could have walked in. Jackson had the audacity to claim it was a publicity stunt, and she’d believed him, which sealed her decision to leave him for good. His so-called love was nothing more than an attempt to grab more attention.

Her phone buzzed. When Ella pulled it out and checked the notification from the security system. Intruder. Backyard. Her heart stopped as she started to look for Marissa’s number. If someone broke in, the system would automatically contact the police, but she didn’t want to wait for that possibility. Shattering glass made her jump and drop the phone. Logan was close. She froze, holding her breath, knowing she was trapped in the attic with no way out other than down the stairs. “Ella, don’t be afraid. I’m here to save you.” Logan was in her room, directly below her. Tendrils of smoke made their way up to her location. Her heart

thundered in her chest. Another fire. His head appeared below. She kicked him in the face, sending him crashing to the floor. Ella continued down the stairs with the picture frame in hand. She slammed it into Logan’s face, breaking the glass and cutting his brow. He rolled to his side, clutching his bloodied forehead while she ran for the door. Logan’s hand wrapped around her ankle, pulling her down as an outer wall burst into flames. “I don’t want you,” she screamed, shoving at him as he climbed up her body. He glared down at her, blood dripping off his face as she twisted to grab the closest thing she could find.

“Come quietly and I won’t have to hurt you again,” he hissed, wrapping his hand around her throat. Ella grabbed one of the shoes she’d kicked off and slammed the heel into his arm. He rolled away, pulling at the stiletto while she darted out of the closet. With brute force, he flung her into the dresser and pain spread through her back. His heavy body pinned her as he gripped her face and forced her to look at him. “You’re mine, Ella. You always have been. Stop fighting me.” “Never yours.” She gripped his bicep as his hand connected with her face. Ella pressed her thumb into the wound her shoe had made, and pulled,

tearing flesh and muscle. He stumbled back with a roar and she slipped past him out the door. Logan threw her against the rail at the top of the hall. He pressed in behind her, his hand clutching her throat as he trapped her. “He can’t have you,” he growled in her ear. “I’ll kill him in front of you, burn his body, while you watch.” Ella clawed at his hand while trying to stomp on his foot, but she couldn’t breathe and couldn’t break free. She jabbed him in the side with her elbow about the time his fist landed a kidney punch, knocking the wind out of her. Pain exploded, her vision started to

go gray. Logan started to loosen his hold and she struggled sucking in one breath after another as sirens drew closer. A window downstairs shattered and she screamed. The heat was building, sweat slicked her skin. Logan covered her mouth but she grabbed his hand and bit his fingers. “Fucking whore,” Logan snarled in her ear as a fireman stepped through the window and ran toward the stairs. She knew it was Trent, coming to save her. Logan fisted her hair and yanked her head toward Trent. “That your fireman?” he hissed. She didn’t answer as she watched Trent run up the stairs to save her, followed by two more men.

“If I can’t have you, no one can.” Logan picked her up and threw her over the railing to the ground floor. She landed with a thud, pain spreading everywhere… before blacking out. **** The trip to Ella’s tore Trent apart. The first thing he saw when he stepped into her home was that monster choking the life out of her while she fought. Rage burned through his veins as he raced up the stairs. Fucker threw Ella and Trent landed on Logan, knocking him to the ground, slamming one fist into his face and then another. Someone pulled him back. “Marissa’s outside. We’re taking this

fucker to her. Go get Ella,” Isandro yelled. Blood, there was so much damned blood, and he knew he didn’t cause it. Was it hers? Or Logan’s? What the hell did Logan do to Ella? Fear and pure terror, shot through him when he dropped his attention to Ella lying sprawled in the living room. Her dress was torn, blood-soaked. Trent didn’t register running down the stairs or dropping to his knees beside the woman who held his whole heart. A desperate plea was torn from him. “Ella, please, Ella. I can’t lose you.” She didn’t move, didn’t stir. His heart started to splinter as he yanked off

his glove and gently found her pulse. It was strong. There was hope. Trent scooped her into his arms and carried her from the house to the ambulance waiting in the driveway. He laid her on the stretcher and glanced up at Marissa. “Is she okay?” Marissa asked while joining them. Trent shook his head. “Asshole threw her off the balcony. She’s unconscious.” He couldn’t think, didn’t have a clue what was wrong, but he was terrified he would really lose her for good this time. Marissa started swearing under her breath as she brushed past him on the way to the house.

He glanced up to see Isandro dragging Logan down the stairs by his leg, like a large sack of potatoes, thumping Logan’s head one step at a time. Kate, one of the paramedics who was working on Ella asked, “What happened?” Trent nodded toward Logan. “He tried to strangle her. Then threw her off the balcony. She’s had head injuries before too. Please help her.” “Don’t worry, Trent. We’ll take care of her.” Trent wouldn’t let go of Ella’s hand. Ramirez joined the group by the ambulance. “Shit, that’s your girlfriend,

right?” He nodded. “Climb in back with her. Get to the hospital. I’ll have one of the guys bring your things. Just go.” “He’s not family,” Kate pointed out. “I can’t let him ride in back.” “I’m not leaving her,” Trent insisted. If he had to drive her to the hospital himself, he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. Ramirez shook his head. “Fuck the rules. Let him ride with Ella. They’ve been through enough. And if she complains, blame me. Tell them I forced the issue.” Kate took another look at Trent and rolled her eyes. “Fine, chief. It’s your

ass, not mine.” They had loaded Ella in the ambulance when Mila showed up, running to the emergency vehicle. Kyle intercepted her as Trent climbed in with Ella. He shot a backward glance to Isandro, who helped Marissa get Logan to her vehicle. Rage threatened to engulf Trent, but he reined it in and caressed Ella’s bruised cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed she would pull through. Time passed in a blur on the ride to the hospital. Trent followed the paramedics down to the room with Ella. Once there, he stepped out of the way and stood in the corner, watching. Dr. Blake walked over with his

brow pinched. “Are you pretending to be her family?” Trent had known the doctor most of his life. “Close as she has right now. Don’t try to make me leave. Her stalker threw off the balcony. Ella has anxiety issues from the first time he imprisoned her. She needs someone she trusts with her when she wakes up. And I’m not leaving.” “I guess this is our local star?” Trent nodded. “Okay, I’ll call the station, and have the police post a guard at her door. They’re going to need her statement sooner or later.” Ella’s eyes fluttered open, her hand going to her throat.

Trent brushed by Dr. Blake and took her hand. Fear darkened her eyes. “Is he… the police… tell me they locked him up.” “Marissa has Logan in custody. I wish I’d done more than punch the fucker.” A small smile pulled at her lips. “I’m glad you’re here.” “Hi, Ella. I’m Dr. Blake. I need to know what you remember, and where you have pain.” She ran her fingers across the bruised handprint around her throat. “I’m sore everywhere. He banged me around, slapped my face, punched me in the kidney, and threw me from the second-

floor railing.” “There’s blood. I need to determine the cause. Trent, if you would step outside.” She winced. “Pretty sure it’s Logan’s.” She gripped Trent’s hand tighter. “Can Trent stay?” Ella asked in a shaky voice. “Are you sure?” She nodded and closed her eyes. “Unless he wants to leave.” Her bluegreen eyes shimmered with tears when she met his gaze, silently pleading. “Already told them I wasn’t leaving your side,” he promised. **** By the next day, Ella was on the

edge of a panic attack. If it weren’t for Trent, she’d be a shivering, incoherent mess. The doctors had ordered x-rays, a CT scan, and blood tests and they hadn’t told her much of anything, although they weren’t acting as if her injuries were critical. The orderlies had moved her to a private room and allowed Trent to stay after she threatened to leave if they made him go. She had already given Marissa and her partner all the details she could remember for their report, but she was exhausted. Logan was in custody. O’Neil had sent the video of the bastard starting the fire and the attack to the authorities. The doctor finally came back to Ella’s room and said, “Isandro is here

with your bag. The media is all over the waiting room, but we aren’t letting them anywhere else in the hospital.” Ella closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” “Not your fault,” Dr. Blake assured. “We need to discuss your injuries. You were very lucky, Ms. Cross.” “How so?” she asked, her throat still hurting from being strangled. “You have several fractured ribs, a sprained wrist, and bruising.” He shook his head. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t sustain worse damage falling from the second story, but if someone stays with you for the next few days, taking care of everything for you, I’ll release you.”

Trent gave her a stern look. “You don’t even have to ask. I want you in my home until yours can be repaired from the fire. Or maybe you could just move in. I don’t ever want to wake up without you in my arms.” Hope filled his gaze. Ella smiled, not sure what to say since they had an audience. The thought of sleeping alone chilled her. “Trent will take care of me.” Dr. Blake smiled. “Then I’ll discharge you, but if you experience any unusual symptoms, please call. Normally, I’d keep you at least another day for observation, but you just need rest and time to heal. All of which can be done at home.” “Thank you,” Ella said.

Her doctor nodded, stepping toward the door “Once I finish the discharge paperwork and treatment instructions, you’re free to go.” Trent nodded to the bathroom. “Let me change, then we’ll head out the back.” He took the bag of clothes to the bathroom. “We’ll help you do an end-run from the press,” Marissa told Ella. “Isandro’s waiting for you. He’s taking you home. We’ll be along soon after to make sure there aren’t a million vans outside.”

Chapter 43 A month later, Trent lay beside Ella, watching her sleep soundly. She had nightmares the first couple nights after Logan’s attack, but since then, she’d slept peacefully. Ella had healed. Her ribs were tender but she usually only felt it when she forgot to take regular doses of Advil. Logan had wound up with worse injuries than hers. She’d broken a picture frame on his face, slicing his head open. When he had pulled her to the floor, she’d stabbed him with a high heel, giving him a serious puncture would. Then she’d ripped the wound open, and later bit him.

Trent had knocked the fucker out before Isandro dragged him all the way down the stairs and out to the walkway where Marissa took over. Logan was being held without bail for the hearing. He had pleaded guilty, and Ella insisted when the time came for his sentencing, she wanted to be there to make sure her side of the story was heard. Trent wasn’t letting her go alone, regardless of whatever media coverage there would be. The evidence was piled against him. Videos, pictures, her clothing, various items. The investigators had found an entire room in his apartment turned into an altar to her. He admitted his mother had found a smaller version

in his room and had threatened to have him committed. That’s when he started the fire when they were still in high school. Apparently, the doctor who’d come to take him to the facility had died in the fire and the authorities at the time thought the body was his. Ella’s eyes fluttered, then opened. A smile lit her face as her fingers trailed up his chest. “Good morning.” “Very good morning,” Trent murmured, pulling her closer. “Move in with me. I don’t want you leaving when your house is finished. “Even though the media keeps poking around?” “Told you, don’t give a damn about them. Have O’Neil set up my security

system here like he did yours. As long as you stay here with me, I don’t care about the rest of the world.” “Okay.” She leaned in and kissed him, taking his breath away as she rolled him onto his back and climbed onto his lap. “Wait? That easily?” he asked with wide eyes. “If you had asked me, I would have said yes sooner.” “Why didn’t you say something?” She licked her lips and bit down on the bottom one. “I was worried about everything that happened. The doctor was standing there. And I knew the break-in, my assault, and Logan’s arrest was going to make the news, not just the

tabloids. I needed to wait until you were sure you wanted everything that came from being with me, even the bad stuff.” He skated his hand up her belly and ribs to cup one gorgeous breast. “Every part of you, Ella. How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not letting you go?” “Just one more time.” He rolled her onto her back, watching to make sure she didn’t wince in pain, but she didn’t. “I will never let you go, Ella. I don’t want to imagine life without you.” “I can’t think about mine without you,” she whispered, blinking back tears. He kissed her eyelids and slid into her depths before closing his mouth over

hers. Trent broke the kiss once he filled her. “Love you, Ella.” “Love you, too.” **** The country landscape whizzed by as Ella drove to Ryan’s ranch. She glanced over to find Trent watching her. “What?” “Wanted to thank you for hiring Tina. And it seems Clarisse is doing well there too.” She grinned. “They both are. And Tina wanted a way to prove to you she’s really through with drugs and alcohol.” “I finally believe her. My sister had learned how to cope when she’s feeling down. She’s no longer turning to all of

her old habits.” He rubbed his brow. “I still feel like hell anytime I think about that night, Ella.” “Don’t. Just like Tina, you’re working through your own issues. And you haven’t done it since.” He took her hand. “I never want to hurt you like I did.” “You learned your lesson. Just like I learned mine about leaving without a word.” She shrugged. “But in the end, both those things pulled us closer together. So I can’t complain.” “You have a point, although I could have done without Logan hurting you.” “Did Isandro really drag him down the stairs?” Trent snorted. “Yeah, then outside.

If I hadn’t been so angry, I might have seen some humor in it. Thump. Thump. I wanted to do so much worse to him, but I needed to get you out of there.” “My hero.” Her eyes sparkled as she glanced over. “So, Mila says you busted some asshole’s nose when he gave you shit about the video? What happened?” He rubbed the back of his neck and stared out the windshield. “Mitch has since apologized for his bullshit. But it pissed me off when he called you a hot piece of ass and said something stupid about banging a star.” She laughed. “He’s just jealous. He’ll never have a chance.” Trent laughed, leaning over to

nibble her ear. “Nope, because I’m keeping you all to myself.” She turned the car down a nearly invisible street and stopped at a steel gate. “So, he’s all the way out in the middle of nowhere?” Ella grinned. “Yeah. Ryan couldn’t care less if the world knew about him and Shannon, but Shannon doesn’t want it to affect Ryan’s career. So Shannon plays bodyguard, which he’s great at, and security guru, also great at—while Ryan does his acting. And for some reason, no one has ever suspected they’re together. In fact, I’m surprised they told you.” Trent smirked. “He wanted to make it clear he’d never been interested in

you. I don’t think anything short of his sexuality choice would have convinced me otherwise, especially with his protective attitude toward you.” “He’s one of my closest friends. I’ve seen him go through hard times. Ryan’s been there for me through a lot. He’s just a good guy who doesn’t want to drag his significant other through the mud with him.” “I doubt Shannon would care.” She shook her head. “No, but he doesn’t want Ryan’s fans to be disappointed. And he trusted me, which is why I went to so many events with him. Most people speculated we were together anyway. That way, neither of us had to try very hard to convince the fans

otherwise.” The gate opened and Ella drove up to the ranch. Sam was leaning against his car when they climbed out. He hurried over to greet his sister. “How are you feeling? Why are you driving? Are you sure you aren’t hurting?” Ella laughed, pushing him back slightly. “I’m fine. Trent has taken excellent care of me.” Sam turned to Trent and gave him an awkward one-armed bro hug. “Thank you for—loving Ella. I’m glad you two worked out. I wasn’t sure how a smalltown fireman was going to handle my little sister.” “Very well… as it turns out.” Ella smirked.

Sam laughed and shook his head. “So don’t want to know. As long as you’re happy, that’s good enough for me.” “We are,” Trent said, pulling Ella close. “And how’s the shop doing?” Sam asked. “Doing amazing, though I wish fewer celebrities would come by. That’s weird for the small town of Lakeridge, but everyone seems to be coping.” “They are,” Trent offered. Ryan and Shannon hurried down the stairs to greet their guests. “Welcome to my home,” Ryan said. “How are you two doing?” “Great. Better than I ever imagined.

I can even handle the camera flashes again, as long as there aren’t too many. And sirens haven’t bothered me in quite a while.” “The press will get bored. You aren’t giving them anything juicy to report.” Shannon smirked. “Though we might help sidetrack them if Jackson doesn’t manage something stupid before then.” “Oh?” Ryan grinned. “We’re announcing our engagement.” “Seriously?” Ella hugged Ryan, then Shannon. “I’m so happy for you two.” Shannon nodded, “He finally convinced me I shouldn’t care what

anybody else thought about it. We’re taking a page from Trent and proving to everyone, including ourselves, that nothing will come between us.” Sam grinned. “It’s about time. Come on, let’s go out back so Ella can sit down.” “Oh my God, Sam, chill. I cracked a few ribs a month ago. I’m fine. I promise. But I am hungry.” “Then let’s get this barbecue going,” Trent said.

Chapter 44 The following June… Once the media gave up on getting a scoop about Raven Star, everything in Lakeridge settled down. Logan Poole, now Manchester, was in prison and would be there a long time. People were coming from all over the county to shop at Mon Armoire. In fact, Trent couldn’t wait for Ella to get home. He checked his phone again and turned to Kyle. “What is taking them so long? I thought they were just stopping by the shop.” He laughed. “Mila wanted to do her own special thing for Ella. You knew

they were going to have a busy day.” Blaze leaned against the counter next to Trent. “How much longer until they get here?” Cherish laughed. “Mama and Ella are picking up Barb from the airport.” Kyle smirked. “Barb hasn’t seen Ella in years. I’m sure they’re taking their time. Relax, Trent.” Regardless, his nerves were getting the best of him and Trent sent a text to Mila, You’re running late. I want my woman back! Kyle looked over his shoulder. “Patience. Everything will be fine.” Sam joined the guys. “So, no alcohol?” Trent’s brow arched. “No. There

are two people here who really shouldn’t be around it.” Tina threw her arm around Trent with a grin. “I’m one of them. Though I haven’t been tempted in a long time.” Finally, a car pulled up, and female voices drifted through the door. “Hide!” Trent whispered, walking to the door. He took a glance back to make sure everyone was out of sight before throwing open the door. “Happy birthday, Ella.” Her smile lit up as she stepped inside. “Hey, baby.” She leaned up for a kiss. Then she turned to the tall blond standing next to her. “Trent, this is one of my oldest friends, Barb. Barb, this is my sexy hero.”

Trent pulled Ella closer with his left arm and reached around her to shake Barb’s hand with the other. They’d met at Kyle and Mila’s wedding, but he wasn’t going to mention that. “Come in.” Mila, Barb, and Ella followed him inside. A house full of people jumped out of every available hiding spot with a loud shout, “Surprise!” The group included Trent’s firemen friends and their families, Trent’s family, Ella’s brother, Ryan, and Shannon, and other local people who had become friends with Ella. Their guest of honor covered her mouth, happiness shining brightly as she looked around the room. “Wow, thank

you so much.” She turned to face Trent and he dropped to his knee. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. Trent presented Ella with a small jewelry box. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Ella Cross. Please, be my wife.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Yes. Of course. I’m never letting you go.” Trent opened the box and took the ring, his hands shaking as he slid it on her finger. Ella stared down at the solitaire diamond in a platinum band. It wasn’t huge, but Trent already knew she didn’t wear much jewelry, and never anything flashy. Blaze pushed through the crowd. With a grin, he said, “Now you’ll really

be my aunt.” Ella knelt to hug Blaze. “I already thought of you as my nephew, buddy.” “I know.” He stepped back, next to Cherish and started singing “Happy Birthday.” Trent helped Ella up and pulled her close. “I love you, Ella.” “You’ve given me everything I always dreamt of and never thought I’d have.” “I’ll always do that, Ella, as long as you’re mine.” “I just want you.”

About Brandy L Rivers Brandy L Rivers is a New York Times and USA Today, bestselling author. Her two main series are Others of Edenton and Others of Seattle. She has also written a handful of contemporary stories. An avid reader, Brandy has always loved writing. She became serious about it as a stay-at-home mother. Her secret lair, guarded by a pint-sized pound puppy who imagines himself a hellhound, contains a file full of manuscripts she plans to refine and publish with new creations she is constantly dreaming up.

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Acknowledgments

To my husband and kiddos who put up with me when I get in the crazy writing mode, and still love me anyway. To my mother who is amazing and my biggest supporter. To all my readers who wanted more contemporary from me. Don’t worry, I think the next one will come sooner. Isandro may be next. Rebecca Brooke, thank you for always letting me bounce ideas off you. Without you, I would have never finished this book.

Kristen Mayer, you’ve always been so supportive. Thank you for the amazing Alpha notes and everything. LB Dunbar, you’re a sweetheart. Thank you for beta reading. I really do appreciate the notes. Kym Grosso, you’ve been an amazing friend. I can’t wait until we see each other again. Rivers Others and Rivers Shenanigans, thank you for everything you do. As always, you’re fantastic. For my beta readers, you’ll never know how much appreciate your help. Author BFFs, you’re an amazing support group. Can’t wait to meet you all in

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