Method

“Hi, Denny.”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to get an idea from you of where you want them.”

“Where I want what?”

Denny draws on my confusion. “Ah, this must be a surprise. Well, that makes things difficult.” He shakes his head. “Leave it to Lucas.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m totally lost here.”

“Lucas sent me.”

“O-kay,” I say, still not catching on.

“It’s probably best if you come out and look.”

I follow him outside and see a large utility truck parked to the right of my porch. A few guys are sitting in wait on the back of the bed. It’s only when I round the hood and see what’s in it, that my jaw goes slack.

Denny looks at me with a rueful grin as do the guys. “Thought this might help you figure it out.”

“All of these are for me?”

Dozens of rose bushes are lined up in the bed, in various shades of red, pink, orange, the majority of them lavender, whic

h is my favorite color and the color of the dress I wore on our first date. Lucas misses nothing.

Denny shakes his head and looks over to me with a drawn brow. “Guess sending roses was a little too traditional?”

“No,” I whisper as emotion swells in my chest and my eyes water, choking a little on my reply, “too temporary.”

Mila

Seven weeks of wait have turned into ten. Then ten becomes twelve. And it has been days since I’ve heard from him. Four to be exact. Filming has gone over; over time, over budget and suddenly they are having issues with shooting permits a week before the film wraps. So basically, Lucas is being held hostage in Cairo until they can sort it all out. The first eight weeks he’d been diligent about calling me at least once a day, but as of late, it has dwindled. Understanding is wearing thin when we have modern technology. A text would do, any text.

Sitting in the middle of my newly planted rose garden on the cliffside of the house, I sip on a bottle of red and try my best not to be offended by his silence. The movie has taken a shit turn as far as production, and he is probably trying to help sort things out. Not to mention the fact he has to be exhausted. It’s the next sip of my wine that has me switching positions.

“Or he’s decided having a maybe girlfriend half a world away isn’t worth the trouble,” I mutter to the rose bushes he gave me to remember him by. Maybe the situation has lost its charm for him, and he is too much of a coward to make good on his promises. Either way, I am fading on breadcrumbs which has now left me at a dead end.

“Fuck this,” I say, heading into my house picturing him seducing some on-set Egyptian goddess with the same smile he gave me.

“I LIVE FOR NO MAN!” I declare as I stomp toward my door, empty wine bottle in hand. I’ve been nothing short of patient, and I don’t deserve silence. I shoot off a text just before I hit the door and head into my house.

It was fun. Take care of yourself.

Just to be a spiteful shit, I add.

Thank you.

He doesn’t like being thanked, says it’s too impersonal.

Thank you so much, Hollywood!

It’s then my wine buzz kicks into overdrive. After a scalding shower, I wipe the condensation from my mirror and drunkenly scold myself.

“You stupid woman, he’s a movie star. He doesn’t want to play house with you.” Ripping through my closet, I attempt to find something that may give me a little pride back. Picking the most form-fitting dress I own and fuck-me heels, I throw my shoulders back resigned to move on quickly. It’s the only way. “Make it painless. Rip off the band-aid,” I spur myself on, denying the dart of my eyes to check my phone to see if he responded over the last hour and a half I spent getting ready. Lips trembling, I paint my face carefully. “Who marries a movie star? Like what in the hell were you thinking?”

I crumble as I remember the way he lingered after kissing me. I loved that. “Dammit! I knew it!” I say, gripping the edge of the sink and glaring at myself. “You will never, ever tell your mother about this.”

I need friends. I make it a point to get out more, starting right now. I have no one to call. No one to tell me what to do when a movie star ghosts you.