Jane Porter - Infamous

“What do you mean?”

“We’re the topic of this morning’s talk radio, and there was a blurb in the gossip section of the morning paper, too.” He leaned over, kissed her forehead, his lips warm against the iciness of her skin. “And I can guarantee we’ll be all over the news segments on the entertainment shows tonight,” he murmured.

His words made her go numb all over. “What are they saying?”

“They’re reporting that you were hospitalized for a drug overdose.”

Her gaze lifted, found his. “What?”

“A photographer caught the ambulance wheeling you out of your house.” He sighed. “The photo has me right there at your side.”

“What is the paper saying?”

“You don’t want to know.”

She’d begun to tremble. “Tell me.”

He hesitated so long she wasn’t sure he would. And then he took her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed the backs of her fingers. “That you tried to kill yourself.”

“Oh, my God.”

His silence was deafening, and Alexandra closed her eyes, shrinking inwardly. All their joint efforts, everything they’d tried to do … gone.

Over.

“And this was in the paper?” she asked, imagining the reaction her family would have if they got word of this.

“Today’s Los Angeles Times .”

She exhaled gradually, trying to calm herself. If it was just the Los Angeles Times , maybe none of her family would hear. None of her brothers lived in L.A. anymore.

“And USA Today ,” Wolf added quietly.

Her stomach heaved. Her throat sealed closed. USA Today was a huge national paper. “No.”

“No is right. Our publicity-stunt relationship has made headline news.”

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