"I don't think it's a good idea for me to go, Alan," I say into my phone as I crossed LA's morning traffic.
"I've told you, Xavier won't be a problem. He's calmed down after New York."
'After New York' that was a couple of days ago..... we haven't exactly spoken. I've been too busy moving into my new apartment and getting the house ready. Every time I stopped by to spend the afternoon with Amelia he was never there—just Cara and Scott watching me.
I was fine with the system we came up with, I was fine with his relationship with Cara. I've told myself I should happy he was happy. We needed to focus on Amelia now, she was more important than our problems. Which was why I was glad Xavier didn't bring up the kiss we shared. Let's just say I wasn't ready to talk about it.
"Besides, I don't have a dress yet," I tell Alan. He still wants me to attend the charity ball with him tomorrow night.