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face-to-face heart-to-hearts.
     
    “What’s it like so far?” she asked. She was waking up more
and more by the second, and I was relieved that she was showing interest. I
felt like we hadn’t left things on the best of terms.
     
    “The weather is beautiful, Piper,” I sighed. “His house is
so peaceful. I’m sitting outside by the grotto, listening to the waterfall
while his housekeeper is making me breakfast.”
     
    “Wow,” she said. “That sounds pretty amazing.”
     
    “It is,” I said. “If you’d told me a week ago that this was
going to be my life, I would’ve never believed you.”
     
    “So you’re not coming back to Rock River?” Piper asked.
“Ever?”
     
    “I’ve only been here three days,” I snorted. “I have no idea
what tomorrow will bring. I’m not ruling out anything, but right now I’m really
trying to make this work with him.”
     
    “I see,” she said. It wasn’t like her to be at a loss for
words. Ever.
     
    “Yesterday he had his stylist send me over the most amazing
outfit, and then he took me out for a romantic dinner at some Old Hollywood
restaurant. We drank wine and ate at the same booth Marilyn Monroe used to eat
at,” I said. I hoped she didn’t think I was bragging.
     
    “Interesting,” Piper said. She apparently didn’t share in my
excitement, and that was concerning to me.
     
    “If you come out, I’ll have to take you there,” I told her.
     
    “Here you are, Miss Brynn,” Flor said as the sliding door
behind me opened. She sat a tray of fluffy scrambled eggs, buttered wheat
toast, and a glass of orange juice in front of me. “Just leave it here when
you’re done. I’ll take care of it.”
     
    “Who was that?” Piper asked.
     
    “Flor,” I said. “Hudson’s house manager, chef, cleaning
person, whatever.”
     
    “Weird,” she said. “I can’t even imagine what that would be
like.”
     
    “It’s pretty amazing,” I said. “She’s pretty loyal to
Hudson. She does whatever he tells her to do. Hudson’s at a meeting this
morning. I didn’t expect her to wait hand and foot on me, but she offered to
make me breakfast, so I took her up on it.”
     
    “Isn’t that kind of what she’s paid for?” Piper asked.
     
    “I guess,” I said. “Don’t mind me while I eat my breakfast,
okay?”
     
    I took a bite of the fluffy, scrambled eggs Flor had so graciously
served up to me and they were nothing short of incredible. Knowing Hudson, the
eggs were probably local or farm-fresh or organic or something. Even in Iowa,
we didn’t always eat that well.
     
    “You said you went out last night with Hudson, right?” Piper
said.
     
    “Yeah, why?” I asked with a mouthful of food.
     
    “Your pictures are all over the internet,” she said. “I just
pulled up TMZ on my laptop. Brynn, did you fall?”
     
    My mouth suddenly went dry, and I had to force myself to
wash down the remains of my bite of eggs with a big gulp of orange juice.
     
    “What are you talking about?” I asked her.
     
    “They’re calling you Hudson Smith’s Mystery Woman,” she
said. “There are pictures of you tripping and you can see up your skirt.”
     
    “I was wearing underwear, I swear,” I said as my cheeks
burned red hot. I suddenly remembered they were lacy and almost see through.
They didn’t stand a chance against the harsh, bright flash of a camera bulb.
     
    “Oh, my gosh,” Piper said. “People are saying some pretty
harsh things about you in the comments section. What assholes.”
     
    “Don’t read them to me,” I begged her, though I knew it
would only be a matter of time before I was reading them myself. I couldn’t not
read them. I had to know what people were saying about me.
     
    “This is like high school all over again,” she said. I could
tell she was slightly amused. “People are really immature.”
     
    “Stop,” I said. “I don’t want to hear anymore.”
     
    “Your dress is pretty though,” she