I love you flits through my brain. I do love B. I just don't know what kind of love it is anymore. And, based on what he says, he doesn't know either. Still, I know he's part of the mix. Of all the people I love. Of my family. Of my friends. Of him. My home. And I know that neither one of us will be able to go forward without going home first.

I sneak back into my bedroom and try to go to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I see the photo Vincent sent B.

Only I see it in motion.

The extended trailer for Abby's new movie is getting a lot of buzz. It was a brilliant move to pair something so sensual with the most watched televised lingerie show in the world. Abby Johnston might be the only one not watching it. She is on a plane to France with her girls, the nanny, James, and a six-man security team-Garrett deciding it was the perfect time to get them out of the country.

But Vincent is watching. And so is Keatyn.

"This is it!" Annie says excitedly. "The extended trailer for Abby Johnston's new movie. I heard it's really hot."

I sit up straight, my eyes glued to the screen.

The trailer starts out with Mom sitting at a desk writing To Maddie, With Love in a journal. The music moves as painfully slow as she writes. Mom looks beautiful as a brunette, but a little ragged. The slow music is replaced by a techno beat and images flash quickly across the screen. Maddie cutting her wrists. A hospital. Drugs on a kitchen table. Bottles of alcohol. Then back to her writing again. Same desk. Same stress on her face. Then techno. Faster images. Happy Maddie. Dancing. Kissing a man in a dark alley. A flash of Maddie's body. Lips. Hips. Sex in the alley. A bed. Nakedness. Sheets. Smiles. The music changes as we watch Maddie writing again. Then more flashes. Drugs. A club. Dancing on a bar. More men. More sex. The flash of money. Then back to Maddie.

The images are powerful, emotional.

Even though I don't want to see her naked, I want to see this movie. I want to know how Maddie went from a seemingly happy party girl to trying to commit suicide.

"That looks really good," Aiden leans over and whispers to me. "We should go see it."

In front of me, Dallas say, "All I know is Abby Johnston looks fucking hot. We definitely need to go see that one."

"I'm not sure if I'd like it," I say to Aiden.

Dallas' response to the trailer upsets me, and I can see why it upset Vincent. Maddie looks like she lived a very wild life. And I know she did. Mom let me read the script last year when she was considering the role. Reading about it was interesting. Seeing it played out before my eyes is another thing altogether. And I know that the movie, though poignant, is also supposed to be disturbing.

A little bit sick and twisted.

And, right now, I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach. Not because I'm not proud of my mom, but because I know it's images like these that set Vincent off.

Vincent is with his friend, Bobby, having a beer and discussing the lack of success of his nationwide search. Hoping maybe he'll have some brilliant idea on how to find her. The money guy has found nothing. The people he has hired a waste of air. So he's focusing on Abby. The dead flowers on the playground and the slashed fence should have sent her a bold message. That he's done fucking around. He's taking action. And he plans to do just that. She has one week. Then he's going to kidnap Abby himself. She knows where her daughter is, and he'll torture her if he has to. She deserves it after what she's put him through.

He's been busy trying to keep his company afloat and pushing everyone to find his Lacy, he's barely had time for anything else, so when Bobby says, "Holy shit, dude. I almost forgot what's on tonight!"

He flips on the television just as a girl wearing angel wings and very little else glides down a runway. A few moments later, there's a commercial break, causing Bobby to sigh, but when the extended movie trailer is coming up next, he takes a pull off his beer and sits back down, directly in front of the screen.

"Dude, I can't wait to see this."

Vincent stands up, not sure he wants to see this. Not sure he'll be able to control his reaction. Rage is already seeping through him at the thought of it.

It starts with Abby as a brunette. She looks different than Lacy. Maybe it won't be so bad.

But the scenes that follow disturb him. Screwing a strange man in a dark alley. Lacy's body parts. Full lips. Sensual hips. Her entire naked form barely concealed under a sheet. Sex. Men. Sex. Men. Sex.

"I have to go," Vincent says raggedly, barely making it out the door before he bursts.

He looks down at his slacks and feels the sticky release in them.

And it makes him even madder.

He drives straight to the airport and charters a flight to Vancouver. He's going to get that bitch and make her pay. Tonight.

The following day, Cooper calls Keatyn to his office.

Opening the door to Cooper's office, I take a deep breath and steel myself for whatever bad news he's about to give me.

But when I sit down, he's grinning.

"What's going on?"

"I decided not to wait for Garrett. I got a friend of mine to talk to Vincent's assistant last night. Most of it's boring bar conversation, but there's part of it that might be something. I want you to listen."

"Have you heard anything from Garrett? Did they all make it to France okay?"

"Yes, actually. I got a text from him a few minutes ago. He said all is good."

"Thank goodness."

"Okay, here goes," he says, and presses play.

"My boss? Oh, don't get me started. He's always been really demanding, but now he's almost unbearable. He's obsessed with some girl he saw in a club. Wants her to star in this film we're producing. You've probably heard about it. The nationwide search for the next Abby Johnston."

"Sorry, I haven't."

"Oh, well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I scheduled a business dinner he's been on me about setting up. With their schedules, it was literally the only night I could make it happen in the next two months. When I posted the date on his calendar, he was furious. Started yelling at me about how I should know he has plans every Thursday night."

I hear her drinking, a mug hitting the bar, and a voice saying, Another round?

She replies, Please.

"Do you want to know what stupid thing he does every Thursday night he's in town?"

"Uh, sure."

"He goes back to the club where he first saw her."

"Club? What is she, a stripper?"

"No, it's a dance club. Some bar with no name."

"The Bar With No Name is the name of the club?"

"No, it literally has no name. One of those places where only the rich and pretty people get in. Or even know about."

"The Side Door," I whisper.

Cooper hits pause. "So now you know where he's going to be tomorrow night. What's the rest of-" He stops, squints his eyes, then continues. "The rest of the stretching plan? Go change, and I'll meet you in training room."

While I'm changing, I remember the first time I met Garrett. It was the day Vincent put the note in Avery's backpack, and he asked about my habits.

"Are there times you go places by yourself?" Garrett asked me.

"Um, I guess I drive to school by myself and dance class, but that's about it."

"You're supposed to go to the club later tonight," Tommy reminded.

"Yeah, but I'm going with Cush."

Mom and Tommy both looked at Garrett.

He said, "I think it's fine if you're not alone. Are you picking him up or is he coming here?"

"I was going to pick him up."

"Let's have a tail on her just to be safe."

"Uh, I don't want some old guy in the club with us."

"It won't be some old guy, and he won't follow you into the club. He'll sit outside, watch Tommy's car, and follow you home after you drop off your friend."

"It's either that or you don't go," Tommy said sternly.

Vincent must have followed me to the club that night. And it may have been just dumb luck that he ran into Vanessa and RiAnne there after I'd left.

In the training room, Cooper pats the table. "Lie on your back," he says loudly, but then he whispers, "The dean is wandering around."

I lie on the table. Cooper pulls my legs so that my butt is down toward the end of it. He pushes one of my legs straight up in the air, letting it rest on his shoulder as he leans his shoulder into the back of my thigh.

"Try to keep your knee straight," he says. "I'll gently push your leg toward your chest until it hurts. Then I want you to push back against me hard."

"And you thought having me in this position would put his mind at ease?" I whisper.

He ignores me. "If you have a friend who could help you stretch before you go to bed, that would help too."

Now I see why Aiden offered to help me stretch. Cooper's practically lying on top of me.

My leg starts to shake, so I push back hard against his shoulder.

After pressing for a few seconds, he says, "Stop," then gently pushes my leg again. I'm surprised that it easily goes farther than it did before.

He stretches my other leg and then says, "I'm going to get you a heat wrap."

He leaves, comes back with a warm wrap, and says, "Okay, he's gone. Come back here."

He leads me into a supply room. "Tell me about The Side Door."

"It's where he tried to kidnap me," I say simply. "Tomorrow night, I'm going back there."

"What?! No, you're not."

"This is the part where you're going to earn that raise."

"Are you nuts?"

"No. I want him to think I'm back home, so he'll stay far away from B and my family."

Cooper keeps shaking his head.

"I'll take care of our flight. Let's plan on leaving here at six."

"Fine. I think it would be best if everyone thinks I'm still here, since you're signing out. I'm going to hide in the back of your car, okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds smart."

Later that night, I flip open my screen to find B waiting for me.

He looks upset. Or pissed at me, I'm not sure.

"Hey. You doing okay?"

"Yeah," he replies, but I don't believe him. Something's off.

"Did something happen?"

"No, it's fine."

"Oh, good. I'm kinda nervous about this call. I know nothing about this stuff."

"Me either. That's why I set you up with Michael. So, conference him in, then I'll introduce you and let you two talk."

"Wait? What? You're not staying on the call?"

"There's really no reason to."

"Yes there is! I can't do this without you."

"Look, finance is not something I really give a shit about and I don't care to learn. As long as I have my board, I'm happy."

"We've had that conversation before, B. It was bullshit then and it's bullshit now."

"Whatever. I'm traveling and I have to practice. I don't have time for it. Do you still want me to introduce you or what?"

I push back tears and force myself to stay calm. "Yes, please."

B goes, "Hey, Michael. Keatyn is on the line, so I'll let you take it from here."

Then there's a little beep indicating that he left the call.