“What does it look like?”
Looks like you’re fine. Very fine. Disappointment settled over him, and he realized just how much he’d wished for something permanent to tie them together.
“Here, let me show you the house.” Cade guided Andie through the entranceway to the great room.
He’d left it the way it was, full of movie memorabilia and knick-knacks from the previous owner. A knight in dull armor stood near the non-functioning grandfather clock, and movie posters from the twentieth century lined the art-gallery hall that ended in a sunken living room with the view to kill for. All of Hollywood and Los Angeles lay beyond. Too bad he had the shades drawn.
“Thanks for bringing Gollie back,” Andie said, and he realized they were still talking about him returning the dog five months ago.
“It was the least I could do. I’m sorry about the entire situation. I didn’t mean for you to get caught in it.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. You wouldn’t have known.” Andie avoided his gaze and turned toward a bookshelf full of retired movie props. “How’s she doing?”
“Pregnancy’s progressing. I’m not seeing her, if you’re wondering.”
“I’m not thinking anything, Cade. I’m over it. It was a misunderstanding.”
The way she said that, all pinched and dry, clenched his heart. How could she so calmly say she was over it, as if the week they’d shared hadn’t changed their lives?
One step at a time. Game’s not over yet.
Cade rubbed the back of his neck and moved to her side. “I just wanted you to know. That’s all.”
“Sure. Duly noted.” She examined a replica of Dorothy’s ruby red slippers. “Whose house is this? I’m sure I can’t afford the rent.”
“This is my house.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “And you’re welcome to stay as my guest.”
“But …” Her face turned pink as she figured out what happened. “You waylaid me. I was supposed to go to the hotel.”
“Guilty, but I live here all alone, and it would help you save money if you stayed with me.”
“I, I can’t take you up on this. It’s not right.” Andie clutched her purse to her chest and backed away from him. “I don’t want to owe you.”
“You won’t owe me a thing. I’d like you to stay. Come, I’ll show you around.” He took her hand, interlacing their fingers. “If you’re worried, I promise I won’t be anything more than a friend.”
“Well, maybe …” She bit the bottom of that plump, sexy lip, driving his heart rate to a frenzy.
Had she any idea how crazy she was making him?
“I promise to be the perfect gentleman. I’ll even have a driver take you to and from work. I’ll be busy with training camp and endorsements, and you’ll have your own private wing. You won’t even know I’m here.”
“But, wait. I can’t take advantage of you.” She withdrew her hand from his grip.
“Look, I know why you’re here.” His hand already felt empty, but he couldn’t let her know he’d been in cahoots with Ronaldo to bring her here. “I mean, I can guess. There’s no way you’d leave your parents unless it’s for the money to help them. Rents here in Hollywood are sky high—two to three thousand a month and even then, the neighborhood could be dodgy, especially for a single woman.”
Her shoulders slumped, and her face darkened into a frown. “You don’t need to help me. The admin at Silver Studios had a few leads, and I can room with one of their personal assistants. His roommate moved out to film in Japan and—”
“You’re definitely not going to room with another man. You’ve no idea how men are in LA.”
Andie straightened her posture and her nostrils flared. “You’re right. I shouldn’t room with a man, and you’re doubly right. I have no idea how men are in LA, including you.”
“That came out wrong,” Cade muttered, but Andie was already stomping toward the door.
“Come on, Gollie,” she called while extracting her