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    Fuck!
    "Mindy, when's this thing supposed to be over?" I huff, eyeing Lane who is still on the phone. He glances over his shoulder at me with sad eyes. I want to throw professionalism out the window and run over and hug him. Then punch him in the face.
    I can't do that though. I need to keep my composure.
    Fuck, it feels like there's a boulder in my stomach!
    "I think they are finished. Lane rushed off but I think Carlton said he has all the shots he needs. You want me to check for you?"
    "Yea, that'd be great. Thanks Mindy." My eyes won't leave Lane as I watch him hang up and slide his phone in his pocket. His posture looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders and my gut feeling that something is wrong has just skyrocketed. He's always so laid back. This isn't the Lane that I know and love.
    When he starts walking back towards me I know I need to hold it together for the both of us until we get in the car. If there's one thing I know about L.A., it's that word travels fast I'd rather not have people talking and spreading rumors before we know the truth about shit. Even then he's probably going to want to keep things under wraps for as long as possible.
    As he slowly makes it over to me, my face is working as hard as it can to remain impassive and my mind is going a thousand miles a minute. Is it treatable? Will he lose his hair? Will he still be able to model during treatments? What about a will... we need to get him a will made up and make plans just in case it's not treatable.
    Holy shit! What if it's not treatable?!
    "Hey," he whispers, gently and discreetly laying his hand on the small of my back. The look he's giving me is a pleading look, one asking me not to talk about the fact that he's been found out. He knows I know, and he knows he has a lot of explaining to do.
    “Alexis, Carlton said you guys are free to go if need be. He has what he needs from Lane,” Mindy says, smiling sweetly at Lane. Just another one of the many that would love to get in his pants.
    I sigh and grit my teeth, holding back the snarky comment I’d like to make, which is insanely uncharacteristic of me. Typically, I don’t care who ogles him… because I’m right there with them. Suddenly in a terrible mood, I thank her and head out to my car without saying a word to anyone. Lane follows, hands in his pockets and head hanging low. He knows he’s going to have to tell me whatever it is that call was about, he’s not stupid. I’m not entirely certain why he went through a biopsy without telling me, let alone HOW. I know his entire schedule… or at least I thought I did.
    “So…” he drawls out once the car doors are shut. “I need the morning cleared.” He’s not looking at me. He’s looking out his passenger window to advert my glare.
    “You shoot with Tommy tomorrow, Lane. Underwear ad for the billboard in New York. That’s a huge shoot.” I’m trying to keep my feelings out of this, but I can’t hold it back much longer. He’s breaking me by keeping this from me.
    “I need to cancel. Reschedule… something…” he trails off and takes a breath. “Hey can you take me to Bray’s bar?” He turns his head and finally looks at me. I see the pain and hurt in his eyes.
    Why the fuck is he going through this all alone? Why won’t he let me in?!
    “Um… sure…” I say, turning the car at the next light to head to our best friend’s bar.
    Braydon owns the place with his bandmate Gabe and plays there some weekends. It’s a Monday night though, so Bray probably won’t even be there.
    “Want me to come in?” I ask, about to break down in tears that my best friend is keeping something potentially huge from me and not letting me in. I’ve always respected his privacy, even when the phone rings a million times in a morning from crazy ex-girlfriends or one night stands. I never pry about phone calls, I never delve into his world, but right now I just want to know what the fuck that call was