Free Finding Chris Evans: The Hollywood Edition by Lizzie Shane Page A

the latter. Wasn’t sure she wanted him.
    Which was convenient, because he certainly didn’t seem to want her.
    In their entire conversation, he hadn’t really mentioned anything about the two of them. In Chicago, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her—hence their current situation—but now he hadn’t so much as touched her since she appeared at his tent with her announcement.
    She wasn’t sure she wanted someone who wasn’t sure he wanted her—but he was still as devastatingly handsome as ever and he was going to be in her life forever now. She’d better get to know him—even if he was more Hollywood Chris than Chicago Chris.
    “How long have you worked with Marty?”
    “Four years? That sounds about right. He was introduced to me at a Romancing Miss Right PR event as my season was airing. Talked to me about my platform, my plans—got me my first meeting with the producers of The Addition Magician. He’s been my manager ever since.”
    She could hear the loyalty in his voice. She was never going to pry Chris away from Marty, even if she wanted to. “Do you like having him manage every aspect of your life?”
    “He doesn’t manage every aspect.”
    She arched her brow at his denial. “I couldn’t tell you that I was pregnant with your child because I couldn’t convince Marty I wasn’t a kook. How is that not managing your entire life?”
    “Okay, yes, sometimes he can take his responsibilities a little far—”
    “I just want to know if I’m going to have to go through him to arrange play dates for our child.”
    “You’ll deal directly with me. I explained that the stuff about my number changing was a mistake. You won’t ever have trouble reaching me again.” He cleared his throat again—something she was coming to recognize as a nervous habit whenever he was about to say something he didn’t think she would like. “You should be prepared for a little attention when we confirm that we’re having a baby.”
    “A little attention?”
    “Marty might want us—” He broke off, seeming to realize that sentence wasn’t taking him in a good direction. “We might want to do some carefully selected interviews to get our story out there, so it doesn’t get mangled too badly in the tabloids and on social media. It’s already pretty public thanks to your friend’s stunt back at the mall.”
    “Ellie. I wish I’d gotten her number. I need to thank her. And apologize for letting her get dragged away by security.”
    “You don’t have her number?”
    “We just met today,” she explained. “In line to meet you.”
    “She did combat karaoke for someone she didn’t even know?”
    “I think she’s a romantic. She was looking for her own Chris Evans.”
    He glanced away from the road. “Okay, you’re going to have to explain that.”
    “She went to a fortune teller who told her that her soulmate’s name is Chris Evans—so she’s looking for him.”
    Chris snorted. “That’s insane.”
    Trina had thought the same thing at first, but now she couldn’t agree with him. “I think it’s beautiful. She’s putting herself out there for a shot at true love. And I never would have gotten to you today if it hadn’t been for Ellie.”
    She might never have been able to get past Marty. Would she have still wanted to keep the baby if she had to go it alone? Or would she have decided to end the pregnancy, stay in school, become a doctor and have babies after she’d dated and gotten married like a normal person? Everything could have been different if not for the romantic tendencies of the woman standing with her in line. Though at the moment, this outcome didn’t look particularly romantic.
    Chris would barely look at her.
    Though admittedly, he was driving, so that was probably not a bad thing.
    “You can’t predict who you’re going to fall for,” he argued. “You can’t really think that a fortune teller can call the name of the man you’re going to marry. Talk about a