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A friend. He was a friend.

“I’ve got your back completely on the photo thing, Kace,” he ended up saying. “I’ll be watching every day.” Multiple times a day. He’d set up email notifications for additions to the thread on the site where the photos had been posted, but was cruising the broader internet, as well.

“I know that. And I’m here, anytime. Even when I’m at home. If you need me, you call. If I’m on set, I’ll return your call as soon as I’m alone.”

Two things she’d said hit him at once. Home. And alone. Santa Raquel was not home to her. Beverly Hills was. And when she was there, she was rarely alone.

His friendship with her might appear to be close, to be growing closer, more intimate, but in reality, he wasn’t a part of her life.

He was only her vacation.