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The clerk read the note, blushing. “That’s very sweet, Mr. . . .” She looked down at the card and up again. “Woodhouse.” She studied him closely. “Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Reece Collins?”
He chuckled. “I hear that a lot, but I think I’m better looking.”
She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head in thought. “You could be twins, but I think you’re taller, and maybe fatter. You wouldn’t want to raise your shirt to give me a look at your abs, would you?” she asked with a flirtatious note in her voice.
“No, I’ll let him win the beauty contest.”
“You even sound like him. Do all Englishmen sound so sexy?” She batted her eyes.
“Yes, it’s a genetic trait.” He backed out of the flower shop and moved on, unwilling to draw more attention to himself.
The clerk watched him go then looked down at the card. Colin . . . Collins. Could he be Reece Collins? Had she really been conversing with a famous movie star? Nah, things like that never happened to her.
Reece retraced his steps to the flower shop. “Excuse me. You haven’t sent my order off yet, have you?”
The clerk glanced up. “No sir. Was there something else you needed?”
He nodded, handing her a small velvet bag. “Ensure this is delivered with the flowers. It’s very important.” He pulled five hundred dollars from his wallet. “This is for all your help and discretion.”
“My discretion, sir?”
He nodded. “I don’t want it advertised what’s in the bag.”
She loosened the drawstrings, peeking inside. Her eyes widened. “I understand completely.”
He smiled, turning on his heels.
“You are Reece Collins, aren’t you?”
He held his finger to his lips. “Discretion,” he said, winking at her before disappearing down the terminal.
The first thing she did was make a copy of the delivery slip, her very first autograph. Wow! Wait until the folks at home get a look at this.
~ ~ ~
Nicole woke up later than she planned, rushing to get to the studio. Davis was already plugging away on the computer but took the time to berate her for not taking the assignment seriously. She wanted to explain, but she didn’t think he’d accept her excuse of having mind-blowing sex until the early hours of the morning, especially if she told him it was with Reece Collins. She had a feeling ‘His Highness’ would throw a queenly fit if he knew.
“Sorry, Davis. It won’t happen again.”
“Make sure it doesn’t, Nicole. Time is precious. We need to have this done as quickly as possible.”
She sat down at her computer. “I rewrote the last scene we were working on in the car on the way over. Tell me what you think.” She placed it in front of him, standing back.
“Where’s your ring?”
Nicole looked down at her hand. “I don’t know. I must’ve left it at the hotel. No wonder my hand felt lighter this morning.” She frowned. She didn’t remember seeing it on the bedside table, but she was running late and could’ve overlooked it.
“You should call your sister. Have her put it in a safe place for you. You don’t want that thing to disappear.”
No, she thought ruefully. Reece would kill her if she lost the damn thing.
~ ~ ~
When she arrived back at the suite that night, the first thing she did was head into the bedroom to retrieve the ring, but it wasn’t on the bedside table. She glanced around, but she didn’t see it lying on any other surface. She headed to the bathroom. It wasn’t on the vanity or in the soap dish in the shower. Where had she left it?
She wandered back into the living room area, but didn’t see it there either. Panic was setting in. What had she done with it? What if it had been stolen? No, she wasn’t going to freak out until she talked to Lindsey.
The key turned in the lock, and her sister walked through the door. She was being followed closely by . . . He looked like Damon Westmore. Wow! He was even better looking in person.
