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Drew.
    “I’m sorry Adam, I didn’t know about any of that and it’s certainly not Drew’s fault that she did that .” God this is so awkward ! I want to melt into the wall and disappear. People are starting to notice the hostility between the two men and it’s making me even more uncomfortable.
    Adam takes a step toward me but Drew moves between us. “Don’t,” he warns.
    “Why are you always such a giant wanker?” Adam says to Drew. “You’re always in my way. Sydney and I were friends before you even met her!” he growls, a sneer on his handsome face.
    “See, I don’t feel that I’m in your way,” Drew says calmly. “I feel like I’m way out in front of you, leaving you in my wake. Sydney is with me and she always will be. She doesn’t need friends like you. Back. The. Fuck. Off.”
    Adam’s eyes flicker over to me, then back to Drew. I just stand rooted in place, unsure what to do or say that won’t make this situation worse. “This isn’t over Forrester,” Adam says as he turns and walks away. Drew tries to follow but I cling to his hand, not letting him go after Adam unless he wants to drag me across the room.
    “Can we go somewhere else now?” I beg, afraid that he’s about to lose his shit. Drew is rigid, his free hand fisting at his side. He slides it into his pants pocket to hide it from the gawkers and pastes on his approachable Andrew Forrester face. I’ll discuss him deciding who I can and can’t be friends with some other time.
    Great. Another public incident for the press to spin .
    “Your dad is coming back this way,” Drew tells me, his voice strained. He’s still massively pissed off and I don’t blame him. That was a bullshit move for Adam to pull.
    “Hey guys, sorry about abandoning you,” my dad says as he joins us.
    “No problem Daddy, we know that you’re working.”
    “So, ready to grab our seats?” he says cheerfully.
    Thank God he didn’t see the near blowup between Drew and Adam. Alt hough, knowing how my dad always was, he’d probably jump right in and join Drew in pummeling Adam, fists flying first and asking questions later.
    Drew and I put on our fake smiles and follow my dad into the theater, pretending everything is just wonderful.

Chapter 9
     
    Thank God the next few days are uneventful. I don’t think either one of us could take much more drama at this point.
    We haven’t heard anything else about the source of the death threat. The authorities are still investigating, but they haven’t said if it’s still valid so we’ve been sticking close to Drew’s brownstone, dragging one of the guys with us if we need to go anywhere.
    Drew was in a shit ty mood the entire night of my dad’s premiere and the next day too, still stewing over his encounter with Adam. I tried to talk to him about it and let him know that he won’t be dictating who my friends are, but he just grunted and muttered something about an ‘asshat’ and a ‘fucking douche’ so I let it drop for now.
    Tonight, we’re going out and it couldn’t come at a better time. I’m sick of being trapped inside. Leah and Ryker are meeting us at Pinnacle, a new organic farm-to-table restaurant that Drew has been dying to try out. He’s not happy about leaving the safety of home, but he’s climbing the walls here too.
    Drew hasn’t had a whole lot to do in terms of work. He’s been reading scripts and arranging some financing for future projects, but doesn’t have any acting coming up until October, after the press tour for Mind of the Enemy is done. Because we’re leaving next week, I haven’t been able to work either. I can’t take on a project knowing that I’ll be gone for two weeks with Drew, so needless to say, we’re both bored.
    “No, later than that would be good.” Drew comes into the bedroom where I’m getting ready, talking to someone on the phone. “Right… Perfect…” When he heads into the closet to grab his clothes my phone chirps from the nightstand. I