Chapter 13

Colby had rather frantically internally bandaged himself up in the wake of that first devastation. Haphazard slings and supports flung into place. Jury-rigged but holding. Jill shouldn’t have to deal with yet another of his personal disasters; she’d done enough for him already over the years, from that first-ever film role to taking his phone and hiding it when he’d mentioned calling Liam and possibly buying a car. He’d spent the night at her place; he’d got up and thrown together light and fluffy spinach-and-cheddar omelets for breakfast. He’d smiled at Jill while holding out a plate. He’d done the dishes.