Whitney tried to keep her cool, forcing a wry smile. "Sandy, it's not what you think."

"We're in a tough spot right now, so I have to go. These reporters-I still need them for something."

"You're both awake now. Shane will explain everything in detail.”

"I just hope one day you'll understand I was reckless, but I only did it to help you."

With that, she turned and strode out, her mind made up.

"No! Don't go! Do you really want the paparazzi to blow this up even more?" Sandy yelled after her. "Whitney, if you do this, I'll never forgive you!"

But Whitney hardened her heart and ignored her protests. She signaled Felix to get the paparazzi out of there.

She shot a final look at Shane, leaving him enough space. "You did this-you need to face her. Make sure you explain everything."

"Yeah. Whitney, thank you."

by the bed. Even in his disheveled state, he was all quiet strength and rugged good looks. He sat down, pulling on his shirt, and glanced at Sandy's tear-streaked face, his voice hoarse with regret. "Sandy, whatever Whitney did,

get worked up. It's not

truth about why, all those years

"Okay?"

she couldn't move no matter how

and confused. She'd stayed up all

not wanting to look at Shane's

the apartment's

and the security guys had tossed the half-dozen paparazzi

fumbled with his camera, trying

phone already ringing with a

in, her long legs crossing the room in a flash, and landed a sharp kick to George's stomach. She snatched his camera, but didn't bother to cut off the call. Instead, she put it on speaker holding the

done? Sienna's in Shane's bed, right? Wake her up-quietly. The sun's not up

all acid and

Felix's grip, could only stare at

the phone. "Hey,

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