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  I slip my phone into my pocket and stand up as the plane starts to disembark. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and my heart jumps. It’s probably Allie, but I can’t help but wonder if Rosie has sent me anything.

  Shaking my head, I try to push the thought away. I’m being ridiculous. I’m a grown man! I’ve known her for one night! For all I know she could never call me again. It was probably just a one night stand for her, and here I am fantasising about seeing her again.

  My mind pushes and pulls back and forth as I get off the plane and get my luggage. It’s not until I’m out of the taxi and opening the front door of my house that the thoughts dissipate. Allie comes running full speed and jumps into my arms as soon as I step inside.

  “Daddy!”

  “Hey kiddo,” I say as I wrap my arms around her and spin her in a circle in the foyer. I put her back down and she jumps up excitedly.

  “I missed you! How was New York? Come see your surprise!”

  I laugh and ruffle her hair. She ducks her head away and sticks her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

  “My hair!”

  “It still looks beautiful kid.”

  “Don’t call me kiddo anymore, dad, I’m going to be twelve next month!”

  “You’re right. What should I call you? Young lady?”

  She rolls her eyes and I stifle a grin. “Call me Allie, Dad. It’s my name, remember?”

  “Hi, Lucas,” my mother’s voice comes down the hallway. “How was the flight, honey?”

  “It was fine, Mom. Thanks again for watching Allie. I know it was way longer than expected, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

  “It was no bother at all,” my mom says as she plants a kiss on my cheek. “Allie and I had a great time. I love the company. Ever since your father died I’m on my own a lot. It’s nice to spend some time with my favourite granddaughter.”

  “Still,” I say, as I ruffle my daughter’s hair again. She squeals and jumps back, patting her hair down.

  I laugh and carry my suitcase inside. Allie grabs my carry-on bag and helps me bring it up to my room. As soon as the bags are down she slips her hand into mine and brings me to the kitchen.

  “Grandma and I made cookies for you! Chocolate chip peanut butter, your favourite.”

  “Yum!”

  We make our way to the kitchen and Allie fills me in on the past week and a half. I try to keep up and can’t resist taking a look at my phone. Allie puts her hands on her hips and takes a step back. “Why are you looking at your phone? You look different.”

  “Different? I’m just tired kid - Allie. Long flight.”

  “No, not tired. Different. Your eyes are shiny. What happened?”

  I shake my head and put my phone back in my pocket. “Nothing happened, kiddo.”

  “Allie,” she corrects. I grin.

  “Allie. Nothing happened. I’m glad to be back. Where’s my surprise?”

  Allie’s eyes narrow and she takes a step towards me, craning her face towards mine. She studies me for a few seconds and I do my best to look casual. My phone is burning a hole in my pocket, conspicuous in its complete silence. Still nothing from Rosie.

  My daughter takes a deep breath and nods her head. “Ok. You’re normal.”

  My mother laughs and I see her shake her head. “That daughter of yours is something else,” she says with a smile.

  “She’s like her grandmother, aren’t you, Allie?”

  “I’m like myself!”

  I laugh and my mother squeezes my shoulder. Allie beckons me towards the living room and presents me with an elaborate drawing of her, me and my mom.

  “It’s our family!”

  I smile and my heart finally feels calm. I’m home. “It’s amazing, Allie. Did you draw this yourself?? We’ll have to frame it and hang it up.”

  Allie is beaming. I slip my phone out of my pocket and put it on the counter. Whether Rosie texts or not doesn’t seem so important right now. Now I need to spend time with my daughter.

  Chapter 14 - Rosie

  I flop down onto my bed and stare at the floor. I can’t find it anywhere. I’ve lost it. My heart sinks like a stone and Jess comes over to sit beside me.

  “We’ll find him on Facebook. What did you say his job was?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What’s his last name?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Where does he live? Do you know any specifics besides Los Angeles?”

  “I don’t know!” I snap. “I don’t know anything about him! I know his name is Lucas and he lives in Los Angeles. I know he likes wine.”

  I sigh. I rack my memory, trying to think of other things. We talked about everything and nothing, about life and happiness and sex but somehow I don’t seem to know a single thing about him. Jess puts her hand on my thigh.

  “We’ll find him,” she says gently. “Don’t worry.”

  I look over at her and smile. Her dark brown hair is pulled up into a messy bun and she pushes her dark-rimmed glasses up her nose. She smiles at me and nods. “We’ll find him.”

  “Ok,” I respond with a sigh. “You’re right. No use getting all upset. It’s just… why didn’t I save his number right away! I always lose things! It’s so stupid! The one time I meet someone I actually like. The first time in months I feel comfortable around a man!”

  “Don’t beat yourself up about it, Rosie. It happens all the time to everyone. And it was only a scrap of paper. I’d be more surprised if you hadn’t lost it!”

  I smile. I know she’s only trying to make me feel better but it’s working despite my best efforts to be grumpy.

  “Come on,” Jess says as she gets up off my bed. “Let’s go do something to make us feel better. We’ll get a pedicure and we can start our Facebook stalking while we’re there. By the end of it all you’ll have sent him a text and you’ll have pretty toes. Win-win.”

  “That sounds nice.”

  The two of us get up and Jess gives me a hug. I’m so mad at myself, but I try to forget it as we head to our favourite nail salon. I’m starting to feel hopeful as we sit down and start getting our feet scrubbed and clipped and painted. Jess makes me laugh as we start looking online, searching every possible combination and looking through profile after profile.

  My heart starts to sink as Jess shows me yet another Lucas from Los Angeles that isn’t my Lucas from Los Angeles. I shake my head and Jess purses her lips.

  “Let’s widen our search. We don’t even know if this guy is on Facebook! He could be one of those private people. Which,” she glances at me. “Red flag, am I right?” I roll my eyes and laugh. Jess continues: "How about LinkedIn? You said he had files and a bag? He talked about work? Surely he’s got LinkedIn. Even old people in the workforce have LinkedIn. My uncle Bert has LinkedIn.”

  I nod, but it’s starting to feel hopeless. We’ve been looking for him online for over an hour. Jess can find anybody within minutes if you give her their hair colour and their cousin’s brother’s name. She’s a wizard at looking for people on social media and she’s coming up empty.

  “I’m starting to wonder if he even exists at all,” I say as I start scrolling through profile after profile. “Maybe it was all a dream.”

  “Maybe,” Jess says absent-mindedly. “It wasn’t him was it?”

  She turns her phone towards me and I see an overweight old man who’s got to be at least 70. He’s holding a rubber chicken in one hand and a beer in the other. I laugh.

  “No, not him.”

  “Shame. I was going to high-five you. Might give old Lucas Miller here a message.” She shakes her head. “Imagine having that as your LinkedIn profile picture!! Has this guy ever had a job?!”

  “Maybe in 1929,” I respond with a grin.

  Jess laughs and nods at my toes. “Looking good! I love that colour.”

  I glance down at the bright coral pink on my toes. “Thanks. Thought I�
��d branch out a bit. New year new me kind of thing.”

  “Post orgasm pedicure,” she responds.

  I can’t help but laugh. Even though we haven’t found Lucas, I’m glad I have a good friend here next to me. She reaches over and puts her hand on my forearm.

  “We’ll find him,” she says gently, as if she read my mind. My throat starts to close up and I struggle to swallow. I can only nod my head and she winks at me before turning to her own toes. She’s chosen a jet black colour and she wiggles them proudly.

  “Dark, just like my soul,” she says.

  I laugh and shake my head. “Far from it, Jess. You’re a good egg.”

  “A good egg with goth toes,” she replies. “Let’s get a manicure as well. I need a break from all that Googling. It’s hard work! I can have goth fingers as well, and then no one will know I have a heart.”

  I laugh and nod my head. “Fine,” I reply with a smile. She winks at me and once again I’m grateful to have her.

  Chapter 15 - Lucas

  As the days went by I stopped checking my phone. The days turned into weeks and her silence went from a deafening roar to a dull ache inside me and now a distant memory. I didn’t know that I could care so much about a woman I knew for only a few hours, but the connection we had was different.

  At least, I thought it was. It was different for me, but obviously it wasn’t for her. She said she hadn’t been with a man in months and she played the part of a nervous, innocent young woman very well. It was obviously all an act. My bitterness has faded now, or at least it’s dulled a bit.

  Life went on. Allie is doing well at school, the launch was successful, I’ve been promoted at work. I’m not the managing agent for seventeen of the top twenty singers currently on the pop charts. Maybe if I prove myself I’ll be able to get the Assistant Director’s position. I’ve already told my boss Linda that I’m sick of all the travel. Life is good, or at least it should be.

  I haven’t thought of her in a while, until I’m walking down Melrose Avenue and I see a woman walking in front of me with the same curly red hair, the same tall willowy figure. My heart skips a beat. Why would she be in Los Angeles? Surely it’s not her. I find myself speeding up, trying to catch up to her. My feet take me closer and closer and her name is on my lips. I open my mouth, ready to call out to her just as she turns around.

  My heart jumps and I reach out, the smile already breaking across my face. Her head turns and all my hopes fall away.

  It’s not her. Our eyes meet for an instant and I see her frowning slightly. I look away, trying to shuffle past her without her noticing my disappointment. The woman is beautiful and young, maybe an aspiring actress, but she’s not Rosie. My heart drops and I shake my head, sighing loudly.

  Of course it isn’t her. What would she be doing here? Wandering the streets of Los Angeles hoping to run into me?? And even if it was her, why should I be happy!? I should be mad at her, upset that she ignored me. Her silence should tell it all - she doesn’t want anything to do with me.

  What would I even say to her? Would I try to be cordial, to have polite conversation? Should I get mad at her and let her know that I waited for her to call for days, no, weeks?

  I feel like an idiot.

  I stomp down the street without looking back at the woman that isn’t Rosie. I don’t want to see another red-haired woman again. They’ve lost their appeal to me.

  Truthfully, all women have. I don’t go out, I don’t notice the appeal to any of the glamorous, rich, successful artists that I manage. I don’t see any of it. It feels exactly like when my wife died. Life seems just a little bit more pointless, a little bit more empty.

  I knew this woman for one night. Get a fucking grip.

  I’m just stressed. It’s work, I tell myself. I’m just focusing on Allie, and on work. Those are the important things, not a one night stand I had when I was on a business trip.

  Still, sometimes I find my thoughts drifting back to that night. The way her body tasted, the way she looked in the dim light, the way her laugh would ring out and I couldn’t help but smile. I had so many questions for her. Where was she from? What did she do? How did she get those scars? What was her favourite food? Favourite music? Favourite movie?

  One night. That’s all I had. I didn’t ask any of it, but I still feel like I know her.

  After that night my whole mindset changed. I don’t see anything except Allie, and work. Work and Allie. Allie and work. It’s better this way. I can focus. There aren’t any distractions.

  I hail a cab and smile as I sit down, thinking of the way we met. I tell the cab driver the address of my office and he grunts in response before pressing on the accelerator. I push the thought out of my mind and sigh. Rosie is gone, and I have to put her out of my mind for good.

  The moment I step out of the elevator and into our offices, I’m hit with a barrage of voices.

  “Lucas! Lucas! Did you hear?”

  “Hey, Jake, what’s up?” I ask, shuffling my bag off and dropping it on a table.

  “McKinley and Lee, they’ve closed down!” My heart stops for the second time today. All the blood drains from my face and I turn to my second-in-command.

  “What?!”

  “They’ve closed down. It’s shocked us all! They just shut their doors and have liquidated their business. We’ve been trying to get Max on the phone but it’s disconnected. They’re saying he’s left the country!”

  My hand flies up to my forehead and I run my fingers through my hair. I blow all the air out of my lungs and look at Jake, shaking my head.

  “What?”

  It’s all I can manage to say. He lifts his shoulders up and lets them drop back down. “What are we going to do? We have seventeen active campaigns!”

  This is disastrous. We’ll drop off the charts and lose millions if we can’t keep pushing the artists’ advertising campaigns. Max’s agency was the biggest on the East coast, and now it’s just gone?!?

  “I’ve compiled a list of alternative agencies,” Jake responds, producing a paper. “The one at the top would be my choice. They got a new CEO,” he glances at the paper, “ uh, Zach Lockwood, he took over a few years ago. He’s turned it around and it was giving McKinley and Lee a run for their money. They’ll be the new big hitter in the market.”

  I grab the paper and scan the names. All the other agencies are second-rate, at best.

  “Get me a flight. And get me Lockwood on the phone!” I call out, heading towards my office. “I’m going to New York.”

  I close the door to my office and slump down on my chair. My head is spinning. Maybe Rosie wasn’t in Los Angeles this morning but I’ll sure as hell be in New York by tomorrow.

  Chapter 16 - Rosie

  Two little blue lines. The second one is faint, but it’s there. I’m still sitting on the toilet, pants around my ankles, staring at those two little blue lines. The harder I stare the darker they seem to get, taunting me.

  I bring a hand to my stomach and look down. I knew something was wrong but pregnant?! Me?!

  The only time I’ve had sex was with Lucas! And we used protection! Sure, the condom slipped off the first time after we were done and I wasn’t exactly careful the second time before we started but surely that can’t lead to pregnancy!? Maybe it was defective.

  I stare at the two little blue lines again. They’re still there, still taunting me.

  I’m pulled out of my thoughts when someone barges into the work bathroom. It’s Harper.

  “Rosie!” She calls out, breathless. “Rosie!”

  “In here,” I say, putting the pregnancy test on top of the toilet roll holder and pulling up my pants. “One sec.”

  “Rosie, since McKinley and Lee have closed down we’re getting calls left right and centre. Do you still have those drafts of the campaigns you showed me a few weeks ago?”

  I frown. “The ones I did because I thought their campaigns were garbage? For the pop st
ars?”

  “Yes! Get this! We’ve just gotten a call from the managing agent for SEVENTEEN of the top twenty charting artists. They want to move their whole portfolio over.”

  I open the stall door, frowning. “There’s no way we can handle that kind of workload!”

  “If you still have all that work done we can! You basically created full draft campaigns for multiple artists! Rosie! Zach said if they’re good, he’ll put you in charge of the whole portfolio!”

  My head is spinning. I see Harper’s eyes flick to the top of the toilet roll holder and then back to me. Her eyes widen until I can see the whites all around her irises.

  “Rosie…” she breathes.

  I grab the pregnancy test and hold it up for her to see. “My birthday,” I explain. She takes it in her hand and stares at the two little blue lines, just like I did.

  “Sometimes the tests are defective,” she says, shaking her head. “Take another one tomorrow.”

  “It’s the fourth one I’ve taken. I’ve already spent almost $50. Harper, I’m pregnant.”

  Harper’s mouth hangs open. She shakes her head.

  “No, Rosie, that’s not supposed to happen!” She looks at me, mouth agape. “I’m the one who had a surprise pregnancy! Not you! You’re the smart one!”

  “We used protection, I don’t know what happened.”

  I take the test back and stare at it again. I walk to the garbage can and toss it away. I turn back to Harper.

  “I’ve got like seven months to figure that out. When is this agent coming? At least if I have a shitload of work to focus on I won’t panic.” I pause. Harper’s face is drawn with concern. “…Yet. I won’t panic yet.”

  A smile breaks on her face and she extends her arms. I walk towards her and she hugs me tightly, cooing and whispering in my ear.

  “It’ll be ok,” she says. “I’m here, and I’ve been through it all. It’ll be ok.”

  It’s hard to believe her but it’s still comforting to hear the words. She squeezes me a bit tighter and then pulls away, putting her hands on my upper arms. She gives them a squeeze and looks at me with tears in her eyes.