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And Hel’s message that night, containing a photo of her and Frost grinning with an engagement ring held up, made it all worthwhile.
Even if Mai couldn’t have her happily ever after, at least Helcouldwith the gentle giant hockey player. She liked Frost; he was a good man and a good addition to their pub quiz team, as the facts heknewwere so random.
It wouldhave been fine if she hadn’t gone backstage; then Donnie would never have figured out who she was.
Their manager had always been shrewd.It waspart of the reason he was so good at his job. Hesawthings that other people didn’t.
And now he’d seen through the disguise she had worn for sixteen years.
Hesawbeyond Dr Maisie Jones andsawSie Harrington, the rock star who vanished.
Chapter 8
Ford
Ford sat in his apartment, staring out of the window at the view of Sydney Harbour as he contemplated what to do next.
He'd tried doing normal things.
Going out for breakfast.
Going for a run.
Going to the shops.
All the things he’d been looking forward to once the tour finished. But he was mobbed each time he left his building and couldn’t go anywhere without security—the exact opposite of what he wanted.
Everyone seemed toknowwhere he lived. Paparazzi and fans had all set up camp outside his building. They wanted toknowwhat he was planning next, now that Midnight Thunder was on indefinite hiatus.
The door to his apartment opened, but he didn’t move, as the only person who had a key and would evade the burly security guard sitting outside his door was Donnie.
“Morning,”Ford called from his chair.
Donnie walked over and sat down beside him.“This is quite the view.”
Ford agreed. It never got old looking at the gleaming water of the harbour, the Opera House and the bridge. He loved it. But at the moment, the stunning outlook didn’t prevent him fromfeelinglike a prisoner in his own home.
“It is,”Ford said with a nod.“I think the paparazzi are enjoying hanging out here, too.”
“You should stop sending them coffee and snacks then,”Donnie chided him gently.
“It was one time. It was raining, they refused to leave, and Mum felt sorry for them.” Ford shrugged.
He came home from breakfast with his mum to find the reporters camped outside in horrible weather. He would probably have ignored it, but his mum wouldn’t, and she had taken his credit card and sent them all food.
“Maybe you should leave town for a while. Until things settle down,”Donnie suggested.
“I want to stay in Australia, though. It’s been a long time since I was on home soil for more than a few weeks.”Ford leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.
“I know Taylor Anderson’s manager,” Donnie said.
Ford frowned.What did a Hollywood actor who’d married an Australian and moved here have to do with anything?
“Yeah,” Ford said slowly.
“He lives in Kookaburra Creek.”Donnie casually stood up and strolled over to the open-plan kitchen, switching on Ford’s expensive coffee machine.
“Where’s that?”Ford shrugged. The name meant nothing to him.
