Page 62 of Stranded with the SEAL

Her phone rang again. Unknown caller.

Ignore.

It immediately rang again. Her agent again.

Olivia huffed and answered the phone. “Hi, Carol.”

“Darling, have you seen the tabloid headlines this morning?”

“Actually yes, I have.”

“So, is it true?”

Olivia wobbled her head back and forth and closed her eyes. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

“Well, my, my! Isn’t that interesting.”

“Listen, I just saw this, and I’m not really in the mood to discuss how we can spin it to my advantage right now, okay?”

“But that’s why you have me, darling. Because I’m always ready to spin things to your advantage.”

Olivia’s phone beeped. “Got another call. Gotta run.”

She intended to hang up the phone but accidentally answered the incoming call.

Fuck.

“Hello?” she said.

“Livy, is that you?”

Her stomach dropped down to her knees at the sound of Trevor’s voice on the line. “Yes, it’s me.”

“It cost me three personal favors and a hundred bucks in cash to get your phone number.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “That’s all?”

“I would’ve had to prostitute myself for your address.”

She laughed, nervous energy rising to the surface.

“Where do you live?” he asked.

“Nowhere near you, why?”

“Seriously, give me your address. I’m in town.”

Her eyes opened wide. “What?”

“I’m in town. New York gets the paper before you, remember? I hopped on a plane.”

Olivia covered her mouth with her hand. Trevor was here. He’d come for her after reading that she loved him. Emotion swamped her like a tidal wave. She didn’t think she’d have a second chance with this man, hadn’t seen how it was possible.

She rattled off her address. “I’m still in my pajamas,” she said. “My housekeeper brought the tabloid home for me.”