When Stars Collide (Chicago Stars #9)(96)
Sarah appeared, dressed in street clothes with her face scrubbed. She’d dodged Olivia after the final curtain, and now she regarded her warily. “Don’t be mad at me. It was his idea.”
“I know it was. His latest version of making me sing on one leg.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” She saw no reason to go into Thad’s theory about elite athletes choking under pressure from various mental blocks. That kiss had given her something else to focus on besides waiting for her voice to fail her. She was fairly certain she could have delivered a strong performance without their shenanigans, but she couldn’t deny that the sight of the two of them locked together had been the perfect image to plant in her brain and carry with her onstage.
She smiled at Sarah. “I hope you enjoyed every second.”
“You’re not upset?”
She pulled on the purple hoodie she’d worn to the theater. “I know you both too well to have bought your act for even a second, but it did seem to go on longer than necessary.”
Sarah’s grin was pure mischief. “He really is a good kisser.”
“And I’m sure you are, too. Don’t try it again.”
Sarah leaned against the doorjamb. “You killed it tonight.”
“I’m not the only one.” Sarah had sung her heart out. Never had their onstage chemistry been so electric.
Sarah ran a hand through her hair. “He didn’t come backstage, did he? He’s probably afraid you’ll kill him.”
“I doubt that.” Thad would surely have known she’d see through his performance, and it wasn’t fear of retribution that had kept him away.
“You’re a strange person, Olivia,” Sarah said. “Any other woman would be clawing my eyes out right now.”
Olivia smiled. “I know who my friends are.”
Sarah shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. “I called Adam’s sisters and told them everything.”
“I can’t imagine that was an easy conversation.”
“They needed to know the truth. Maybe now they can start living their own lives.”
Olivia hugged her. “You’re a good woman, Sarah Mabunda.”
“Likewise, Olivia Shore.”
After Sarah left, Olivia gathered up her things. Thad was furious with her, and yet he’d cared enough to do this. She hesitated, and then texted him.
I didn’t buy it for a second.
Figured you wouldn’t but it was worth a try. And Sarah’s hot.
Duly noted. And thank u.
You’re welcome.
I’m on my way home. Meet me there?
No.
As she left the theater, she waited for more from him, but it didn’t come. When she got back to her apartment, she tried again.
Are u asleep?
I was.
Can we talk?
No. And I’m turning off my phone.
*
She had another horrible night’s sleep. When she got up the next morning, she didn’t bother reading the reviews. She knew exactly how good she and Sarah had been. No one else’s opinion mattered. She had to see Thad.
I need to talk to you.
I’m not up for it.
I won’t beg.
No need to. I’m blocking you.
He was blocking her?
No!
*
She got dressed—all in black to show him she meant business—and set off for his condo, only to come up against one more person intent on ignoring her.
The concierge reminded her of a snotty Ralph Fiennes. “He isn’t in, Ms. Shore.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
The concierge regarded her from behind the curve of his reception desk. “He didn’t.”
“Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“I don’t.”
“When did he leave?”
He glanced at his watch as if he were late for an appointment. “We’re not permitted to give out information about our residents.”
“I understand. But Mr. Owens and I are dear friends. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m sorry. That’s our policy.”
He didn’t look sorry. He looked happy—a small man wielding his sliver of personal power over someone he regarded as more privileged than himself. She hated him.
She gave him her most withering look and strode from the lobby. Once she was on the street, she pulled out her phone.
Where are u? Call me.
She waited. Traffic flew by. She waited some more, but he was ghosting her. She hailed a cab and called Piper from the back seat. “I’m looking for Thad. Do you know where he is?”
“I don’t.”
“Have you talked to him?”
“I haven’t.”
“Would you check with your husband?”
“Hold on.” She could hear Piper turning away from the phone. “Coop, have you talked to Thad?”
Olivia heard him in the background. “Yeah, why?”
“Olivia is trying to find him,” his wife said. “Do you know where he is?”
“Nope.”
“Sorry.” Piper was back on the phone. “Maybe Clint knows.”