CHAPTER 18–HEATH

Heath drove for a while, thinking to himself. There was no way he could rent a hotel room because he’d fear Monica would find him and sick the paparazzi on him. If he wouldn’t call his father to try to find another property to stay at. His mother would find out and Monica would beat it over to that property to move in with him or again inform the paparazzi of his whereabouts.

He knew she’d done it before. In her need to make him look like a villain, she’d called them on him when he started proceeding to divorce her. Before that, she’d called them on several of his social circle to get even for some imaginary slight.

Roughly an hour later, Heath found a place to park near Ivy’s home and he walked up to her apartment door. He had to work his jaw in the elevator because he ground his teeth in anger at how easy it was for anyone to get to Ivy and Geoff.

Heath knocked on the door and waited for the door to open. It didn’t. He could hear the clunk of a cane on the floor behind