CHAPTER 52

"You"re not going back to New York for your ex," Timothy states from behind me as I throw my makeup and toiletries into the tiny suitcase on my bed. "It"s work," I insist. "I"ve been here a week, and even though I told my collaborators what"s going on, they need assurances. Especially Ian, because he"s central to the funding of this entire venture." The past two days, we"ve been hanging out around the house and the studio. I think he"s worried about me since Sophia fell into the pool, waiting for me to fall apart. I won"t, but I like having an excuse to spend time with him. Once I"ve got my essentials into my bag, I zip the thing closed and drop onto the bed. Timothy crosses to the edge of the bed, leaning over to stare down at me with broody eyes. "I don"t trust him. He"s an asshole." &qu