I stop reading. Somehow I always knew they would end up together, whether personally or professionally. I’d wanted them to meet, but it just never happened. “So you’ve come to Montana.” My heart starts racing. Does she know that I’m here? I pick up my burner phone and turn on the power, wait a moment, and the voicemail indicator pops up. I press and hold 1 until the call connects to voicemail. Entering 0616 I listen as the voicemail begins to play. “She knows, she’s in Montana, but I don’t know what her intentions are at this point. Will let you know if I hear any more.” Click, ending the voicemail, and I delete it. No names, no identifying information. But I don’t need it. It’s Vincent. She’s been in town for two days. Tristan should’ve started filming today, but judging from the picture in the paper, they are not alone: Tyson I recognize, of course, and another gal, a redhead. I wonder who she is? I leave my desk and head to the kitchen for a fresh cup of coffee, pondering how this will go when and if she does show up here. A small part of me doesn’t want her to.
