I place the phone on the nightstand, I notice a new text has arrived. I click on the phone and gasp.
It’s been a long time since that name has shown up on my phone. My hand trembles a bit as I pull the screen up for a closer inspection. After I left him without so much as a word, Jorge is the last person I ever expected to hear from again.
Out of everything I left behind in Portland, the one thing I regret is the way I left Jorge. Even though it was obvious we didn’t love each other the way we should have in such an involved relationship, I did care for him, and he deserved at least an explanation from me. I wouldn’t blame him if he hated me.
As I click on his name, I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the scathing message.
Jorge: I heard you’re in Seattle. If I drive up there, will you see me?
My heart does a double thump against my ribs as I read over his words more than a dozen times. I’m not sure what he’ll say to me, but whatever it is, I need to woman up and hear him out. I owe him that much.
Anna: I’ll be here until Wednesday morning. I have shows tonight and Sunday, but I have downtime on Monday until I do Tuesday’s show.
I chew my bottom lip as I hit Send and wait on his response. The phone chimes again, alerting me to a new message before I’ve even had the chance to set the phone down.
Jorge: Dinner on Monday night? We have many things to discuss.
Anna: We do. Monday sounds great. I’ll text you my hotel information, so you can pick me up.
I send the information and lay the phone down on the nightstand. A sliver of light from the evening sun creeps through the crack in the curtains and streaks across the ceiling as I stare at it. So many things roll through my mind all at once. I find it difficult to focus. It almost feels as though everything is coming down on me at once—being on my own at the show, being away from Xavier, dealing with Rex, and now facing the messy past with Jorge.
I hope I can handle all the pressure because now is not the time for me to crack.
Chapter 19
Anna
The driver pulls through the gated section of the arena and stops near a back door where I recognize Freddie, the Tension bouncer who pulled Xavier off of Rex.
I push open the back door and slip out of the SUV.
I head toward the door. Freddie is standing there with his eyes are trained on me as I near him.
Immediately, his gaze checks behind me. “I see X took the suspension seriously since he’s not with you.”
I step up next to him, and his nearly seven-foot frame towers over me. “He did. He’s still back in Detroit.”
Freddie raises his dark eyebrows and writes something down on his clipboard. “I have to say, I’m a bit surprised that X didn’t attempt to bend the rules, like he typically does, and show up with you here anyway. I expected that actually.”
I shrug. “He knows this is only temporary. Hopefully he trusts me. There’s no need for him to violate the terms of his suspension.”
“X might trust you, but I know he sure as hell doesn’t trust Rex. I don’t care what line of bullshit the public relations department fed the press about the fight between them onstage being a part of the show. I’ve gotten between the two of them too many times for me to believe it wasn’t real. Rex has been taunting X for far too long. It was all bound to come to a head at some point.”
My lips pull into a tight line. “You’re right, but if the story keeps X out of jail, I’ll go along with it any day.”
Freddie gives me a pointed look. “Is that why you agreed to the whole love-triangle thing with Rex?”
I tilt my head to the side. “How do you know about that?”
“Everyone does. This is Tension, Anna. Everyone knows everyone’s business here.” He sighs. “It doesn’t help that Rex has been bragging about having you on his arm to everyone either.”
“Great,” I mutter. “I suppose he’s already in there?”
Freddie nods. “He is. If he gives you shit, come find me.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“Not a problem,” he replies coolly. “X is a good guy, and I know