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“Click the ‘news’ tab.”
Kyla did as I instructed, frowned as she read the headlines, and touched one with her finger to read the whole article.
“I… don’t get it. What’s the problem?”
God, she was good at acting innocent. Perhaps she was a better actor than I gave her credit for.
Or perhaps she’s not the leak, the part of my brain that was controlled by my dick suggested.
I took the phone back and looked at the article she’d opened. It was one I’d read several times… hell, I’d readallof them several times, and I knew exactly what it said.
“The problem is that they know things that only someone who’s been on this set could have told them.”
Kyla’s expression cleared as she realized what that meant.
“And you think it’s me?”
I winced. I didn’t want to accuse her directly — especially since that pout was returning and I had no real evidence, after all — but she’d already joined the dots.
“I haven’t told anyone anything,” she said, her voice level. “Except…” her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, shit.”
“What?”
My stomach sank.
“I might have…” she gulped, “told my friends that we had sex. I was feeling rejected and wanted to hurt you…”
I stopped listening. All the clarity that I’d felt a few seconds earlier had vanished, and my insides felt like they were going through the spin cycle in a washing machine again.
This was bad. Very bad. My worst fears were playing out.
I brought up Tonia’s number on my phone and dialed.
“What can I do to fix it?” Kyla’s voice was full of panic.
“Nothing,” I said, as Tonia chirped “Hi, Dean,” on the other end of the phone.
“Tonia?” I held Kyla’s eyes as I spoke into the receiver. “We have a new problem.”
21
KYLA
What had I done?
I felt like the worst person in the world as I listened to Dean’s conversation with his publicist. He didn’t have the call on speaker, but the volume was loud enough that I could hear enough of her words to pick up most of what she said.
“You slept with your co-star?” she asked in a professional-sounding American accent.
“Yes.” Dean kicked leaves along the ground with his toe. “And she told her friends.”
“Itoldyou not to sleep with anyone.”
“I know, I know.” Dean closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Just tell me how to fix it.”
I wasn’t sure whether I should stay — this conversation sounded like it was private. But then Tonia said, “Is the co-star there? Let me speak to her,” and Dean passed me the phone.
“Hello?” I braced myself, waiting for a verbal lashing for sleeping with Dean. But Tonia remained professional: she confirmed my name and asked for information about my acting background, and I gave it to her.
