“It made me angry,” he says. “Really angry.”

He shakes his head.

“The fact that I was drinking a lot didn’t help, but fuck, I read that and I felt like a fool.”

I know what that feels like.

“I only half remember going to Vegas,” he says. “All I remember was feeling like I had to do something. Like I had to prove something to myself.”

My throat is tight.

“And Jacinda…?” I can barely get the question out.

“She was surprised by the suggestion, but almost immediately on board,” Gabe says. “She wanted to take control of her reputation, and getting married did that. We never lied to each other about why we were doing it, but I wasn’t as forthcoming as I should have been. Not for a while. But I always left the ball in her court. We’d stay married as long as it was useful to our careers. That was always the deal.”

He glances down at his hand, no longer in a fist.

“Because you’re right. People in Hollywood do stuff like that all the time. It’s just easier—being with someone who gets what you’re going through—who understands the games you have to play. Who…” He trails off.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I read your article, and I reacted like a stupid, drunken fool with a bruised ego.”

“I hurt you,” I say.

“Yeah,” he says.

I reach out and put my hand on his. He puts his other hand on top of mine. We sit there for a while.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

He looks up at me. Smiles.

“Me too,” he says.

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Horowitz has done it again! A gem of a collection—like her first one, her well-known interviews are featured alongside more of her personal essays. She tackles every topic—from homophobic Hollywood to how she manages depression with jigsaw puzzles—all with her signature dry, self-deprecating humor.

—Vanity Fair

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