Something in Alex’s tone wasn’t quite right. It was too careful, too casual. I frowned and leaned against the wall as someone wheeled a rack of costumes down the soundstage hallway. “I’m fine. Are you okay?” She sighed. “I take it you haven’t seen the front page of Celebrity News Now! today?” I shook my head, then realised she couldn’t see it. “Not really my magazine of choice. Why do you read that stuff? Doesn’t it destroy your soul every time they run a picture of you with an accidental hair out of place?” “I’m starting to ask myself the same question,” Alex muttered. “But this isn’t about me—it’s Callum.” At the name of my Dom, my focus on the conversation intensified. “What are the paparazzi saying about him now?” Alex paused, then said, “They’re reporting that he might be having an affair with Elena Sanders. And they sort of mention you.”
