Bad Influence. Kristin Hardy

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      Sabrina hooted. “You’re surprised about that? You know how guys are. Anyway, aren’t you supposed to have a special costume for the understudy if you find out he’s a different size than the lead?”

      Cilla glowered at her. “That was a conversation I had no interest in having, thank you very much. Perry should have warned me that we might have a problem.”

      “When you’re an understudy trying to, er, measure up to the leading man, it’s sometimes hard to admit.” Paige stuck her tongue in her cheek.

      “So it caused a little bit of a stir,” Delaney said. “The first rule of marketing—there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”

      “There is when your father’s the United States Ambassador to Romania,” Paige reminded her. “Of course, I told him that you guys were the perverts. All I did was dress the set.”

      “You still almost had to quit the play over it,” Thea said.

      “Things were sensitive then,” Paige defended. “The Iron Curtain was coming down, I was his kid. It could have reflected badly on everyone.”

      Delaney tipped her head consideringly. “What about now?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “When do you get to stop living to ensure Jim the Diplomat’s job security and start enjoying life?”

      Paige frowned. “I enjoy life.”

      Delaney snorted. “You just told us you preferred missionary. Look at all of the two-month wonders you date. What about the Ken doll you brought to Cilla’s wedding?”

      “His name is Ross and he’s a very bright man.”

      “He’s a wonk,” Delaney snorted. “Talking with him was as exciting as watching paint dry.

      “Maybe he’s got other qualities,” Trish offered.

      “You’re exactly right, Trish.” Paige raised her chin. “Ross is doing some pretty important work in the mayor’s office, even if he is kind of a dud as a date. Was,” she corrected herself.

      “Was?”

      “I’m not seeing him anymore.”

      “And he was a carbon copy of—who’s it?—Marty?”

      “Mitch,” Thea contributed.

      “Mark,” Paige corrected drily. “No, Marcus,” she amended.

      “See, you can’t even remember their names,” Delaney said.

      “So what if I can’t? Mark—”

      “Marcus—”

      “Marcus was six months ago.”

      “And let me guess—he was the U.S. delegate to Free-donia.”

      “I don’t think dating intelligent men is a crime,” Paige defended. “You have to sleep with the guy’s head as well as his body.”

      “And you have to sleep with the guy’s personality and body as well as his brains,” Delaney countered. “Come on, Paige. You deserve to get out and have some fun. Your guys may be bright boys in training, but they usually have about as much character as tapioca pudding.”

      “There’s nothing wrong with tapioca pudding,” Trish objected. “I like tapioca pudding.”

      Delaney gave her an alarmed look. “Trish, sweetie, don’t ever say that at one of those Hollywood power dinners you go to or they’ll kick you out of the club.”

      “Comfort food is all the rage in Hollywood these days, haven’t you heard?” observed Sabrina, who had reason to know, as one half of the hottest couples—and teams—in documentary circles. “Meat loaf, tapioca pudding, mac and cheese. Besides, they’d never dream of kicking Trish out of the club, not with the film of her first screenplay hitting the box office top ten.”

      Paige remembered the premiere and the party afterward. It had started off merely celebratory but rapidly degenerated into raucous singing and dancing. Not that Marty—Marcus, she amended—had wanted to stick around.

      Just then Kelly Vandervere, the missing member of their group, showed up bright-eyed and out of breath. “Cranberry juice,” she told the waiter as she took off her jacket and sat.

      “About time you got here,” Sabrina said.

      “Sorry I’m late. I was at the allergist and then I had to go home first.”

      “The allergist?”

      “Yeah. Kev and I want to get a dog, but they make me sneeze and puff up, so we wanted to see if we could do anything about it.”

      “First living together, now a pet? Our little baby’s getting so grown-up,” Cilla choked, dabbing at her eyes.

      “You don’t know the half of it,” Kelly replied. “So has anyone here ever gotten allergy shots? They do a bunch of tests on you beforehand—pregnancy, infections, everything. Then they draw this grid on you and poke you with little bits of all kinds of stuff to see which square gets red.”

      “And you found out you’re allergic to housecleaning,” Sabrina guessed.

      “I don’t know. We never got that far. I was sitting there in the examining room in my little paper prom dress, waiting for them to do the grid thing, and the doctor comes in and says they can’t do it.”

      The waiter stopped by. “Your cranberry juice.”

      “Thanks.” Kelly picked it up and took a drink. “Says the tests showed up some unexpected results and they’re going to have to reschedule on the allergy stuff because I’m—”

       “Pregnant!” Delaney squealed.

      “You’re pregnant?” Paige demanded just as her cell phone shrilled. Impatiently she pulled it out to turn it off. Then she recognized the area code on the display and frowned. “Hello?”

      “Paige, honey?” She heard her grandfather’s voice. “I need your help.”

      T HE EMERGENCY ROOM smelled like antiseptic and floor polish from the big industrial-size buffer a cleaning staffer was running in the hall. Paige ignored the machine and hurried up to the counter and the admitting clerk. “Hi, I’m Paige Favreau. My grandfather is in here. Lyndon Favreau?” she supplied. “He’s been in a car accident.”

      The clerk nodded and clicked some keys on her computer. “You’ll have to wait just a minute.”

      “Can I just go back? He knows I’m coming,” said Paige in a rush. “He called me on his cell phone.” He’d said he was fine, but that didn’t explain why he’d been taken to the emergency room.

      And why he wasn’t waiting out front to СКАЧАТЬ