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."Oh, I'm sure he'll have a perfectly good reason," Andre replied.Patsy Cline's "Crazy" blared from my pocket."Your pocket's playing old country music," Andre pointed out."It's Mark's phone," I said, digging for it.I thought it was cute that he had changed his ringtone since hearing me sing the song.I looked at the display.The name Marsha appeared with an unfamiliar number across the top.I could feel Andre challenging me to answer it.I clicked on the call.Andre leaned over and hit the speaker button.I smacked his hand away, but before I could do anything a woman shrieked, "Oh, finally decide to answer my call, huh? You can run, but you can't hide from me, Mark." I heard her take a breath and then launch back into her attack."You send me to voicemail, really? After five years together? What is going on with you?"I stared at the phone in horror.I was paralyzed."Hello?" she said."Mark, are you there?"I squeaked.Andre grabbed the phone and pressed END."Wow," he said, shaking his head, "I wasn't expecting that.""Me neither," I said taking a seat in the nearest chair.I stared at the floor, sure when I looked up there would be pity in Andre's eyes."Maybe it's not what it sounded like," Andre began.I held up my hand."Don't do that," I said angrily."I can't stand it!""Okay," he said."No pity.How about revenge instead?"I looked up at him."What would you suggest?""Well, you could spend the night with me.That would really get him back," he joked.I glared at him.I wasn't ready to laugh about this."Okay, sorry, wrong timing.How about I toss him out in the street?"I sighed.I had a big day tomorrow.I needed sleep not more drama.I shook my head."How about you find me another room? I can't deal with this now.""Done," he said putting his hand on mine."Gather what you need."I collected my things out of the bedroom as quietly as I could.I threw Mark's phone at him as I closed the bedroom door.I don't think he even flinched.Alone in my cozy little room on the third floor of the villa, I allowed myself a few tears.For the first time, I seriously questioned picking Mark over Rick.Rick didn't have a mysterious past that he protected with layers of lies.He sure as hell didn't have a mysterious woman he forgot to mention either.No, Rick was sexy, dependable, and tried and true.Oh, and he loved me enough to let me go.He was the reason I was in Puerto Rico with Mark.He had convinced Mark that, despite evidence to the contrary, I wasn't sleeping with him.Now here I was alone in bed and second-guessing myself.How did I get myself into these situations?CHAPTER FOURTEENMy phone buzzed.I squinted at the bright light streaming through the windows.I grabbed the phone."Hello?""Where are you?" Mark demanded."Well, I was sleeping," I said, awake now and ready to rumble."You'd better be alone," he snapped."What do you care?" I snapped back."I'm sick of all your cloak and dagger lies, Mark.""Where are you?" he repeated like I was child.I expected him to start counting to five any minute."I'm getting ready for a morning practice, and then we're going to the conference center for a dress rehearsal at three.I don't want to see you."I pictured him raking his hand through his hair and tried not to feel bad for him."Please, Diana," he said softly."Can we just talk about this? I'm sorry I got drunk last night.That pirate grog is potent."I was silent at his attempt at a joke."What happened last night?" he asked."Maybe you should ask Marsha," I said and ended the call.The fact that he didn't immediately call me back meant I had hit a nerve.I was disappointed.I guess I had been hoping he'd say, "Marsha who?"I showered and dressed.Carlos knocked on the door at quarter to ten."So sorry to hear about your woes, m'lady," he said with a bow.I nodded."I might have something to cheer you up," he said with a grin and opened the door.He dragged in a wardrobe rack on wheels bulging with clothes.Pretty, sparkly clothes.My favorite kind."There's a seamstress coming at one to make any necessary alterations," he said."You'll need three changes.Roger and Phil want the crowd to see you as versatile—rocker chic, glamorous, and casual."Remembering my plans to corner those two today, I said, "So why aren't they here? I need to discuss some things.""They're in the middle of last minute arrangements, but they'll take a look at what we pick out."My hour with Carlos reminded me a bit of the scene from the Pretty Woman movie.Only Richard Gere was dressed as a pirate, and I wasn't as excited about trying on the clothes as Julia Roberts had been.It was hard to be excited about clothes when your boyfriend had a Marsha calling him at all hours of the night.What kind of name was Marsha anyway? Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! She sounded like a real bossy-butt.We decided on jeans, a tight white shirt and awesome leather boots for my casual outfit.For the rocker outfit, a black bustier with matching black leather skirt and platform go-go boots.A flowing, sparkling white and gold dress that looked like it came straight from the 70's completed the ensemble.Carlos called the dress "a garment fit for a goddess." Yeah, he said that.I was starting to think he needed medication.Phil and Roger walked in while I was still in the 70's dress.They looked at me and then at each other."Well," I prompted, "don't just stare.What do you think? I don't want to get up on stage looking like I've just walked off of some nineteen-seventies sitcom."Phil plopped down in a chair
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