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Rick checked his watch because he was through trying to convince his brother—or himself. In a quarter of an hour, they needed to head to dinner at Ink, one of the neighborhood’s trendy restaurants. “Just finish your damn beer.”
“Whatever you say, movie star,” Jordan responded, seemingly content to back off.
They both took a swill of their beers.
“So, the new digs treating you well?” his brother asked after a moment.
The apartment had come furnished, so there wasn’t a hint of his personality here, but it served its purpose. “The house is nearly done. I’ll be moving in a few weeks.”
Jordan saluted him with his beer bottle. “Here’s to moving up in the world in a big way.” His brother grinned. “Invite me to visit when the new manse is done.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell the majordomo not to throw you out,” Rick replied drily.
Jordan laughed. “I’m a babe magnet. You’ll want me around.”
Privately, Rick acknowledged his brother might have a point. These days, the only woman he was linked to was Chiara Feran, and it wasn’t even real.
Three
For two days, Rick didn’t encounter Chiara. She and Adrian Collins, the male lead, were busy filming, so today Rick was hitting the gym trailer and working off restless energy.
So far, there’d been no denial or affirmation in the press that he and Chiara were a couple. As a news story, they were stuck in limbo—a holding pattern that kept him antsy and out of sorts. He wondered what Chiara’s camp was up to, and then shrugged. He wasn’t going to call attention to himself by issuing a denial—not that the press cared about his opinion because for all they knew, he was just a stuntman. They were after Chiara.
After exiting the gym trailer, Rick made his way across the film set. He automatically tensed as he neared Chiara’s trailer. Snow White was a tart-tongued irritant these days—
He rounded a corner and spotted a man struggling with the knob on Chiara’s door.
The balding guy with a paunch was muttering to himself and jiggling the door hard.
Frowning, Rick moved toward him. This section of the set was otherwise deserted.
“Hey,” he called, “what are you doing?”
The guy looked up nervously.
All Rick’s instincts told him this wasn’t a good situation. “What are you doing?”
“I’m a friend of Chiara’s.”
“Does she know you’re here?”
“I’ve been trying to see her.” This time there was a note of whininess.
“This is a closed set. Do you have ID?” Rick didn’t recall seeing this guy
before. He was within a few feet of the other man now. The guy stood on the top step leading to the door of the trailer. Rick could see perspiration had formed on the man’s brow. Was this the creepy fan Odele had referred to?
Rick went with his gut. “I’m her new boyfriend.”
The other guy frowned. “That’s impossible.”
Now that he was closer, Rick could see the other man was definitely not the glamorous or debonair celebrity type that he would expect an actress like Chiara to date.
In the next second, the guy barreled down the trailer’s steps and shoved past him.
Rick staggered but grasped the trailer’s flimsy metal bannister to keep himself upright.
As Chiara’s alleged friend made a run for it, Rick instinctively took off after him.
