Chapter Twenty-Two
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
May
My phone dinged just before my alarm went off.
Peering groggily out of one half-open eye, I stretched toward the phone on my nightstand and promptly knocked it onto the floor. I cursed, leaned out of bed, and grabbed it, wondering what loving thought Alex had sent my way from across the pond this morning.
But when I finally focused on the screen, I sighed, shoulders hunching. It wasn’t from Alex. It was from Mia.
As soon as I opened the text, a blurry image dominated the screen along with Mia’s brief message: I thought you should see this from a friend. Call me.
I didn’t need to enlarge the image to tell it was from one of England’s tawdry gossip rags. At first, I thought the guy leaning into a tanned blond with long hair and a short camel s
