Fandom (Famous #3) - Eden Finley Page 0,73

away for just enough time to grit out, “Bed.”

Then we’re back at it. He reaches for my jeans, but he’s only wearing sweats. He’s easy to get naked.

Before I can get them down his legs, though, right as I dig my fingers into the waistband, his phone rings on my bedside table.

He turns his head to look at the notification.

“Ignore it,” I say.

“It’s Cameron. I’ll call him back later.”

Thank fuck. I need Mason more now than I ever have.

His phone stops, and I tackle Mason to the mattress, totally forgetting I still haven’t taken off his damn pants.

“We’re wearing too many clothes,” he says.

Then his phone starts up again.

“What now?” Mason glances at his phone again. “Harley this time.”

“Ugh. They’re probably trying to gang up on us over the Eleven deal. We’ll call them back.”

But they don’t let up, and we don’t get any further.

When Cameron calls again, I decide to answer it for him.

“This better be good, old man, we’re kind of busy here.”

Mason’s eyes widen, but I wave him off and hold the microphone part of the phone so Cameron can’t hear when I say, “I’m not going to tell him doing what, geez.”

He laughs, but then the voice in my ear isn’t what I’m expecting.

“Mason? Is that you?” It’s a woman.

“Uh, sorry, it’s Denver. I took Mason’s phone. Who’s this?”

“This is Cameron’s assistant, Evelyn.”

Ah, right. “I remember you.” She’s a sweet lady. Honestly, I always thought Cameron had a thing for her, but she’s his age. His wife is younger than us. Evelyn always used to joke that Cameron likes her too much to make her his next divorce.

“I figured he’d want me to call you boys first. Before you found out in the media.” There’s a crack in her voice, and I know it can’t be anything good.

Suddenly, I’m wondering why his assistant is calling Mason and not himself. Cameron has always made time for us and never palmed us off to his employees.

“Why?” My tone sounds like I’m five years old again and I didn’t know why I was being taken away from my mother.

“I really don’t want to be the one to tell you all, but …”

“Tell us what?” A heavy weight crushes my chest, anticipating bad news.

“Cameron wasn’t feeling well today. He …”

Oh God, are those tears I can hear? I don’t want her to say the next thing that’s going to come out of her mouth. I really don’t.

“I told him to go to a doctor, you know? It wasn’t normal. His skin was kind of ashen and pasty, and he didn’t look well. I thought he might’ve been coming down with a flu.”

Mason stares up at me, all playfulness gone.

“He collapsed an hour ago and was rushed to the hospital.”

“Which hospital?” I climb off Mason as fast as humanly possible. I pace the room, looking for clothes. Wait, I’m wearing clothes.

We need to go to him. We’ll wait by his side. We’ll—

“He’s gone, hon. Massive heart attack. I’m so sorry.”

It’s like a punch through my rib cage, right to my heart.

“G-gone …”

“He’d passed away before the ambulance reached the ER.”

With each word, the pressure on my chest gets heavier and heavier, but no, they can’t be the right words. She’s mistaken. I can’t have heard that right.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, but I can’t answer her.

I drop the phone, and it hits the carpet with a soft thump.

This is not happening. This can’t be happening.

“He was only fifty-two,” I say. “That’s too young.”

Mason stands and picks up the phone, muttering words I can’t hear. Or maybe I’m drowning them out. I’m in a fog of disbelief, and nothing can pull me out of it.

“Denny.” Mason gets in my way to stop the pacing.

I look at him. “He … He’s …” I choke on the truth.

“I know.”

Tears fall freely down my face. “What are we supposed to do with that?”

Mason swallows hard. His eyes are glassy, but he’s holding strong. “I don’t know.”

I sink back onto the bed and hang my head in my hands.

I think back to when my grandmother died. We were on tour at the time. I was sixteen. It was a sad time, but I remember being so busy I barely had time to process her death let alone grieve over it.

Then we had the court issues of proving I didn’t need a guardian because I could look after myself. Cameron was the one who was there for me through all that. Who’s going to be there for