By the time Juniper arrived, Luella was sitting in a café, staring blankly out the window at the new sports car, completely miserable.
"Let's trace your steps. Where could it be?" Juniper prompted gently.
"The plane, the restaurant, and..." Luella paused, a thought striking her. She quickly dialed Jimmie's number.
"Hey, thanks for the car," she said politely before cutting to the chase. "Did you happen to see a red earring in your car?"
"An earring?" Jimmie was lounging on a sofa, legs crossed gracefully, rolling the very same red earring between his fingers. "What earring? Is it important?"
"Yes!" she blurted out, her voice actually trembling. "It's a keepsake from the person I love most in the world!"
The person he loves most?
A man or a woman?
"Haven't seen it." Jimmie's hand stilled. His dark eyes darkened further as his voice dropped to a low rasp. "I'll have to look for it. I'll let you know if it turns up."
"Thanks."
It was probably gone forever. Luella's heart sank so fast even the multi-million-dollar sports car couldn't cheer her up.
"It's fine if I can't find it," she mumbled, looking up at Juniper with red-rimmed eyes. "At least I won't have to look at it every day and remember how brutally my mom died."
"It'll get easier." Juniper leaned in and gently patted her head. "All the pain will pass. When you're living a good life, she'll be happy for you."
Luella sniffled, staring at her friend. "Yeah."
On location for a commercial shoot, Jimmie received a text from Juniper asking him to search his car one more time.
Jimmie: [He said it's from his lover.]
Juniper: [Yes.]
Jimmie tugged at his collar in frustration. What was this cheap fabric? It felt like it was choking him.
A lover? Remembering the massive folder of male models with eight-pack abs Luella had saved on her phone, Jimmie almost laughed out loud. What a great act of devotion.
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