With or Without You Read Online Free PDF

surprise.
    ‘I haven’t forgotten, sweetheart,’ she replied, scooping up her bag and heading for the garage, where there were three cars waiting for her to choose from. She glanced
knowingly at Felix before unlocking her original black Fiat 500, which Danny had had refurbished and shipped over to LA for her not long after they got together.
    ‘Aw, Mom, do we have to take that one?’ Felix groaned, looking longingly towards the black Range Rover parked beside it.
    ‘There’s nothing wrong with FiFi!’ Liv protested, but she was already fishing in her bag for the Range Rover keys. Felix was at an age where he didn’t want to stand out
from his friends and she didn’t want to embarrass him.
    On the way back from dropping Felix off, Liv called in at Bristol Farms, the upmarket grocery store in Beverly Hills. Juanita did their grocery shopping as well as their cleaning, but Liv had
got into the habit of dropping in herself, mainly because she didn’t want Juanita to know what she was buying. Juanita was a devout, teetotal Catholic, and Liv suspected she would
disapprove.
    When Danny was home, alcohol was never an issue because she could pretend that they were both drinking, but with him away on a shoot, as he was right now, she had to be a little more
resourceful. It wasn’t even as if she drank very much. It was just that she found that a few glasses of wine helped ease her loneliness a little.
    She was aware that she was getting some curious glances as she pushed her cart up and down the carefully lit aisles. Back in Britain she had often been recognised, but the British public never
approached her in the way the Americans did. In LA it seemed as though everyone was connected to the film industry and felt the need to say so whenever they met anyone remotely famous.
    Sure enough, as she headed for the tills, having selected four bottles of white wine and a bottle of vodka, a tall, dark-haired man darted towards her and put his hand on her arm, forcing her to
stop. ‘Hey, Liv!’ he cried in that over-familiar way that Liv had never quite got used to. ‘Left Danny at home today?’
    Liv smiled a tight smile. ‘Something like that,’ she said, making a point of manoeuvring her cart in the opposite direction. The man didn’t get the hint. ‘So . . . what
movie are you working on at the moment?’ he persisted, falling into step beside her. ‘Only, I’m an actor myself and I—’
    ‘Sorry . . .’ Liv interrupted him with another forced smile. ‘I’m in a bit of a rush. Excuse me.’ She walked as purposefully as she could towards the till, where
the girl on the checkout greeted her with a grin of recognition.
    ‘Hi again. That must get a little tiresome,’ she said, as she began to scan Liv’s bottles.
    Liv blinked back at her, making a mental note to vary the stores she shopped in. ‘No, really, it’s fine,’ she lied, thinking how very British she sounded.
    The girl gave her a sideways look, before pausing with a bottle in her hand and peering at her screen.
    ‘Problem?’ Liv’s voice had become higher suddenly and her heart gave a nervous flutter.
    ‘No . . . just checking I’d scanned them all,’ the girl said distractedly, tearing her eyes from the screen and back up to meet Liv’s.
    Liv noticed that two strawberry-coloured patches had appeared on the girl’s pale, freckled cheeks. She took the final bottle from her and placed it beside the others in the cart, trying
and failing to stop the accusatory sound of glass hitting glass.
    As she drove up Coldwater Canyon towards home, already anticipating her first sip of chilled white wine, Liv’s cellphone rang.
    ‘Hello?’ she shouted, inclining her head towards the hands-free speakers, even though it wasn’t necessary.
    ‘There’s no need to shout!’ said her agent, Jonathan.
    ‘Sorry, darling,’ Liv cooed, switching automatically from harassed mother mode into smooth, movie star mode. ‘What news?’
    There was a pause and