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“Hi, I’m Leonardo. Yes, like DiCaprio, and no, I’m not him.” Leonardo shook my hand and smiled warmly at me. “I had to give you that disclaimer, as I knew you were wondering.”
I laughed at his joke and felt myself relaxing at his warmness. I had been silently worried all night that Zane’s best friend was going to be as cold and as fake as the people at his party.
“Zane didn’t tell me you could read minds.” I grinned back at him and studied his face. He may not have been the real deal, but Leonardo was possibly even better looking than his namesake. He had short, dark blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. His skin was a golden tan and it positively glowed against his white shirt. But it wasn’t his looks that drew me in, it was the warmth and honesty in his eyes. Implicitly, I trusted and liked Leonardo. There was something about him that made me feel special and warm.
“Zane never tells people of all my positive qualities.” He laughed. “He just wants everyone to think I’m just a pretty face.”
“You wish, Leo.” Zane came up behind me and slid his arm around my waist. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said you had a pretty face.”
“Well, the girl last night did,” Leo began and then glanced at me. “Oops, sorry. I forgot I was in the company of a lady and not just a Neanderthal.”
“No problem.” I giggled and ushered him into the dining room. “Please, have a seat. Dinner’s almost ready. I hope you like lamb.”
“I love lamb.” Leo smiled at me warmly. “In fact, it’s my favorite meat.”
“It’s mine, as well.”
“Okay, guys.” Zane grabbed my hand. “Lucky, let me help you finish up in the kitchen.”
“No, no. Stay with your guest.” I pushed him away and walked to the kitchen. I looked back and saw Zane frowning at Leonardo and whispering something hastily at him. Zane looked slightly upset and I stared at him in bewilderment. What was his problem? Leo just stood there smiling, and eventually Zane shook his head and backed away from him. I turned back around quickly and went to check on my herb roasted potatoes. As I checked to make sure they were cooked to a nice crisp, I frowned at what I had just seen. Why had Zane been so upset? He couldn’t have been mad just because we had been lightly flirting, could he?
As I went to pull the salad out of the fridge, my phone beeped and I picked it up from the table. When I saw Leeza’s name, I smiled and opened her text message eagerly. I felt the blood drain from my face as I stared at the words on the screen:
Lucky call me NOW! I’m really worried about you. I have some new information. Zane is not who he seems. Call me now.
I dropped the phone on the table in shock and it slammed down, making a loud noise.
“Everything okay, Lucky?” Zane’s voice sounded concerned as he walked into the kitchen. His eyes looked at me with a worried expression, and I attempted to smile back at him without showing him how anxious I was feeling.
“I’m … it’s fine.” I nodded my head and stood there for a moment, trying to ignore the urge to ask him if there was something he wanted to tell me. “I just need to make a call. Can you pour the wine for me?”
“Sure.” He stood there for a moment as if he wanted to say something else. “Let me know if anything is wrong, please.”
“Sure.” I hurried out of the kitchen with my phone and ran up the stairs and went into my room. I locked the door and called Leeza.
“Lucky?” She answered on the first ring. “Thank God, you’re okay.”
“What’s going on, Leeza?” I whispered into the phone.
“Lucky, do you remember that guy Evan from the party?”
“Who?”
“The guy I tried to set you up with?”
“Not really?” I frowned. “Can you hurry it up please? I’m in the middle of a dinner party.”
“I saw Evan last night, Lucky, and …”
“Lucky, everything okay?” Zane banged on the door, his voice loud and concerned.
“Yes, I’ll be right out,” I called out. “Leeza, please hurry, I have to go,” I whispered into the phone.
“Lucky, Evan told me that Zane knew …” Leeza’s phone crackled.
“Zane knew what? I can’t hear you,” I hissed.
“My phone has bad reception, Lucky,” Leeza said hurriedly. “But be careful … Zane… Evan said … stalking … blackmailed him …” And then the phone disconnected.
I stood there with my heart pounding. I had no idea what Leeza had been trying to tell me, but from the words I had heard, it didn’t sound like anything good. I felt my blood chill and I wondered at just what I had gotten myself into. I loved Zane, but I wasn’t sure that I really knew him at all. I stood there uncertainly, wondering what to do. I wanted to ask Zane what was going on but it didn’t feel right to question him without knowing the full story. What had Leeza meant? She couldn’t have been trying to say that Zane was a stalker, could she? I just didn’t believe that could be true. It just couldn’t be true.
Chapter 3
Zane
I took a deep breath before going back down the stairs. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with Lucky, but I figured she was having mood swings like most women seemed to have. I took two more deep breaths as I walked down and I tried to calm my nerves as I was still fuming mad at Leonardo. Who did he think he was to flirt with Lucky so blatantly in front of me? I was starting to think that it wasn’t such a good idea to bring him into her life, no matter how close he was to me, or how worried I was. I couldn’t stand to think of her with him, without me. What if she fell for him? How would I feel if they got together? I didn’t even want to think about it. A part me thought that maybe she’d be happier with someone like Leo. He was the epitome of a happy-go-lucky guy. He had money. He was decent. He would treat her well. And maybe he would even love her. Not as much as I loved her, of course, but who said my love was special? Who said my love was what she needed?
Shut up already, Zane, a voice in my head was screaming at me. Stop being such a defeatist and a pu**y. If you love her, make it work. I was scared even thinking the love word. I didn’t even really know if I knew what true love was. I didn’t know if I would ever feel the way Lucky felt. I don’t know if I could love and lose and be okay with it. I didn’t want to be okay with it. I didn’t want to put that out into the universe. I didn’t want anyone or anything to think that Zane Beaumont was okay if you screwed with him—‘cause I’m not. I’m not okay with being f**ked over. I’m not okay with it. I had already lost my mother and my brother. I wasn’t going to allow myself to get to a point where I’d lose Lucky … I wasn’t even going to continue with that thought.