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know you’d forgive him.”
    Ugh. She’s right. I would. But he’d never do that. In Devon’s worldview I’m the only asshole here. His words were the most the brutal thing I’ve ever had to listen to, but I’m the one who forced an issue he warned me about from the beginning. I’m the one who pushed him to the breaking point. Devon never promised me anything other than an affair. I was the naïve idiot who thought I’d be an exception. My stupidity makes me wince.
    “He won’t come. I’ve pushed him too far this time.”
    “Then you go to him.”
    I shake my head. “Even I can’t get to Devon Hayes. As far as the world knows or cares, we’re just costars.”
    “Call him. Text him. Something.”
    I hang my head. Devon doesn’t want desperate. He doesn’t want me chasing after him. “It won’t work.” There’s got to be another way, but my poor brain is too tired for the level of scheming that would require.
    “Maybe he needs some time,” she offers like it is certainly the answer. It’s not an answer. It’s a pathetic attempt to cheer me up.
    “God, I need a drink!” I stand quickly, sick and tired of wallowing in my own misery. It’s not doing a damn thing but making my life suckier than it already is. But there’s a major problem with needing a drink, aside from the whole year of sobriety out the proverbial window I choose to ignore. I was sober when I last left the apartment. My cabinets are drier than a bone bleached in the Sahara sun. Which contributes even more to the suck factor of life at this particular moment.
    “Oh, Spence called. He’s planned dinner with his money manager tonight?” Her voice ticks up in a questioning way. She doesn’t know. Hell, I’d almost forgotten myself.
    “Yeah, I signed the contract for two more films this morning. Pretty substantial pay raise. I guess I should call him back,” I say with a frown, and run my hand down a wet lock of hair. I freeze when the thought hits me.
    The contract. I’ve got two films to shoot with Devon. That’s at least four months of rolling around in the sheets. When our flesh presses together the chemistry is way too hot to ignore. He’s never been able to resist me naked. Hope swells my chest, and for the first time all day I feel like I can see light at the top of my pit. But I’m not due on set for weeks. I file the thought away under “last resorts” because I can’t wait that long.
    “You act like Spence is sloppy seconds. I’m pretty sure his bedpost has just as many notches as Devon’s.” She chooses to ignore the news of my good fortune. I don’t blame her. It’s hard to be happy for people when your own life is stalled.
    “Oh my gosh, there were two girls in his bed this morning.” I laugh at the memory.
    “Threesome?” Maria’s interest piques. She sits up and gives me a sexy sideways glance. “What a naughty boy!”
    I wave her innuendo away and stumble to her bathroom in search of some Tylenol. Her saturated clothes peer up at me from the bathtub. I facepalm. Why am I such an evil bitch? “Hey, Maria?” I ask, staring at the sopping-wet mess. “Wanna come to dinner with us?” I offer, hoping a nice meal will make amends for being the world’s worst friend.
    “I would love to,” she says, appearing in the bathroom doorway with a hand on her hip. “But I don’t have anything to wear,” she says sarcastically, looking from me to the pile of clothes and back again.
    “Riiigggghhhhtt...” I drag the word out, grabbing the laundry hamper and stuffing the mess inside. “I guess we need to go shopping!” My smile is mischievous. The thought of maxing out my credit cards—and being able to pay it off for the first time in years—is seriously intoxicating. Because retail therapy can be just as satisfying as a fifth of vodka if you know how to do it right.
    * * *
    Hours later Spence’s chauffeured SUV pulls to a stop in front of Saks to pick us up for our dinner. Maria and I stride like