Rock Bottom. Cate Masters

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      “I didn’t say that.”

      Uh-oh. A hint of irritation in his tone.

      “Jet kept you up late, huh?”

      And maybe a touch of jealousy. California might be just what she needed to get back on Everett’s Lust Have list. “A little. The time difference poses a challenge. After dinner–”

      “He took you to dinner?”

      “I hadn’t eaten all day, Everett. We started an interview.”

      “But the walk on the beach and the house tour interrupted?”

      “No.” He wasn’t letting her finish. “Look, the trip fried my brain. I have notes, but I’m not putting anything out there until I can make it coherent.”

      A sharp exhale came as his only response. Time to change subjects.

      “So the blog’s a hit already?” The pics of Jet–she knew viewers would love them.

      “They’re clamoring for more. Keep the camera handy and post as many shots as you can.”

      “I’d planned to.” Why so stiff all of a sudden? Had she exhausted his patience already? That usually came later.

      “If you plan to post any substantive text, run it by me first.”

      “That’s not exactly blogging.” Did he not trust her to post professional entries? His comment about her writing going stale stung anew. Had that only been two days ago? Already it seemed like forever.

      “Rock Bottom isn’t exactly reality, either. Everything needs polish and spin.”

      “Right.”

      “Okay, gotta go. Great job.”

      “So when can I come home?”

      “You just landed yesterday, babe.”

      Babe. Now he turned on the charm, just before leaving. A pattern was taking shape… Irritation boiled up. “Everett…”

      “I’m late. Talk to you soon.”

      Late? A glance at the clock showed nine twenty. Six twenty in Philly. “But how long do I have to stay? Everett?”

      Holding the cell out, the display showed the call had ended. With an aggravated groan, she descended the stairs to the main floor and closed the blinds, though outside the walkway appeared deserted and the house quiet. Staying in the cottage would keep her out of the camera’s range. Better than upstairs with the bimbos. And Jet.

      It reminded her of what he said yesterday. Jogging upstairs again, she peeked out the window. His blinds stood closed. No seeing into his room this morning. Plopping on the bed, the events of yesterday replayed in her head. The interview with Jet had surprised her. What other surprises awaited, she now looked forward to finding out.

      “Not so boring as I thought.” Another interview–or more–would provide her better insight. It felt more like a conversation with an old friend than an interview. He had a way of putting her at ease and exciting her at the same time. Those blue, blue eyes seared into her. Standing next to him felt like standing next to a bonfire full of crackling heat and energy. Scorching her skin.

      “Yeah, you and every other female.” But every other female didn’t have press credentials, and weren’t living in his guest house.

      Everett hadn’t liked her spending time with Jet. Giggling, she lay back. “You sent me here, babe. All in the line of duty.” Groaning, she sat up. “Speaking of which…”

      After a shower, she powered up the laptop. A few emails cluttered her inbox, and the blog’s comments now numbered more than eighty. She jotted down a few of the questions posed.

      A commotion outside grabbed her attention. A squabble, so early? She peered through the blinds. Three women strutted down the walkway toward the house. All appeared high-maintenance, done up to the hilt. Right–the contestants. She’d managed to block them from consciousness, but now they’d occupy front and center whether she willed it or not. Their incessant high-pitched chatter, their preening and nudging to get closer to the camera. Her earlier dread returned. She’d spend lots of time with these females.

      The Rock Bottom guy who’d helped her yesterday hauled their luggage. He caught her watching, rolled his eyes and shook his head. She didn’t envy him.

      The contestants’ arrival prompted her into action. After dressing in black slacks and a silky tee, banging made her pause the blow-dryer.

      “Hello?” called a woman outside.

      Barefoot, Billie ran to the door.

      Cindy shot her a tight smile. “Hope we’re not interrupting. Just here with supplies.”

      A man stood behind her holding a plastic crate.

      Opening the door wide, she stood aside. “Not at all. I appreciate it.”

      The assistant went straight to work unloading into the refrigerator. Cindy opened a cabinet and revealed a coffeemaker.

      “Oh, bless you.”

      Static erupted on Cindy’s walkie-talkie. “Anything else you need besides the basics?”

      “Fruit yogurt would be great. And power bars.” At Cindy’s skeptical look, she added, “I work late a lot.”

      “Me too. I’ll let you know when we’re doing a takeout run.”

      Though Cindy appeared calm on the surface, a harried woman lurked beneath, Billie suspected. And she might be the only person to talk to. Jet’s time would be occupied now by his Bimbo Brigade. At that thought, her insides gave a familiar twinge.

      Cindy frowned. “Are you all right?”

      A flush went through Billie’s cheeks. “Yes, great. Hey, we’ll have to have a drink by the pool some night.” Her cell buzzed. Zinta’s name appeared. “Excuse me, I should take this.”

      “Sure. I need to get back anyway.” Cindy ushered her assistant out.

      Billie flipped open her cell. “Hey, you’re up early.”

      “I needed to check on you. Are you all right?”

      Last night. She’d practically drooled into the phone. “Yes. I’m well rested, and my head’s clear now.” Especially now that the Bimbo Squad had invaded, bringing reality with them.

      “Whew. You had me worried. You sounded…different.”

      She couldn’t admit that yesterday, some naïve version of herself overwhelmed world-wise Billie. She reminded herself what she’d learned long ago: life didn’t give anyone sunshine and roses. Not without taking something in return. “Thanks for worrying. I miss you.”

      “It’s weird not having you here.”

      “Yeah, СКАЧАТЬ