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“Oh, I wouldn’t say that”

Once again Chase was glad he’d cashed out his portion of the McKay Ranch with the change in ownership The financial windfall provided hi a burning need for that prizeoff on tour

“When do you plan on bein’ here?” Kane asked

“I don’t know I’ll call you after I get in”

“Fair enough There’s a key under the bottom porch step”

“Thanks, Kane, I really appreciate it”

“Glad to help Drive safe”

Chapter Two

“Ava! Over here!”

Ava Cooper ignored the photographers snapping pictures as she waited for the valet to bring her Mazerati around

“Co”

She recognized the fat, balding ressive of the paparazzi In the not-too-distant past she would’ve given hi to swoop in and pick off the re vultures

“Ava Open up to us You know our readers are on your side Don’t you have anything to say to your fans?”

Her black sports car ru with the valet “Pardon et the hell out of here” Ava peeled out, burning rubber before she even buckled her seat belt

The traffic was light on the freeway this time of day as she headed…where? Home? Most paparazzi were on to fresher stories, but a couple persistent buggers detailed her cos on a Twitter feed If she didn’t leave her house for a few days, rumors would fly she was too depressed, too drunk, too emotionally eviscerated to be seen in public If she ran errands, or ent, or visited her friends and fah her personal heartache