Chapter Nine
“Hi, Allan,” she said, barely even looking over at me. “What are you doing in Malibu?”
“Having brunch,” he replied imperturbably. I was glad he appeared so unaffected, because I knew I hadn’t quite recovered from my shock. Yes, I supposed there was always a remote chance that Allan might run into his ex at some point, but L.A. was a pretty big place; I would have said the odds were stacked against such a thing actually happening.
Yet here we were.
He went on, still in that casual tone, “Nina, this is Belinda Carson. Belinda, this is Nina Nomura.”
Her gaze slid over toward me, and I was surprised to see the flare of recognition in her striking green eyes. Honestly, I hadn’t expected her to remember a mere mortal like me, but obviously, I was wrong.
“Oh, we’ve met,” she sa
