The car sped along the roadway, putting more and more distance between themselves and Rome’s parents. Ella was paying little attention, though. She couldn’t keep her hands, or her mouth, off of Rome.
Her wig was on the floor, but with the dark tinting on the windows, she thought it would be fine, until they reached the hotel and she had to get out. Rome brushed his fingers through her hair and rubbed her cheek. “How did you fake your death?” he asked her.
“Bart gave me a vile of something, some sort of sleeping medicine,” Ella explained. “I swallowed it and was out for three days.”
“Ah!” Rome looked up at the ceiling, nodding in understanding. “The sedative we use on the set. We were just talking about that the other day at the… funeral.” She knew it pained him to say that word, and she felt the same way. Even with everything else going on, she hadn’t forgotten that Tim and Mark had died.
