JOHN'S POV
I was sitting at the old as f*ck wooden desk in the guest room that I had been given. The powder blue paint was flaking off and there was something charming about it. I peered over and stared at what looked like a broken heart etched into the wooden top with initials in it.
“A and A?" I traced them with my fingertip and raised an eyebrow, wondering who's they were. I assumed one of the A's was Abigail, but who was the hell was the other one?
My phone went off, causing me to come back to reality. I shook my head and picked up my phone from the desk, peering down at the screen to find my publicist's name.
It had been a while since Sheryl had called me to catch up on what was going on within the workflow.
I hit the answer button and placed it against my ear, leaning back in my
