Lib Novel Page 29
“It’s a beautiful morning, the sun is shining, and I’m making a delicious yogurt parfait.” She tossed some berries onto her creation.
Tave was quiet for a moment. “You got laid.”
“What?”How the hell could he know?
“I assume Detective Hottie charmed his way into your bed.”
“It’sDeputyHottie, and his name is Sawyer.”
“I knew it.”
Hollis stuck her spoon in the yogurt and leaned against the island. “And he didn’t charm me. Not the way you mean. He’s a…really good guy. Looks out for me, pays attention, walked me home. I’d given up believing men like him existed.”
“And he has a hard bod and an energetic cock?”
She choked on a laugh. “Tave!”
“That’s a yes. Well, as both your agent and friend, I’m glad you’re getting some good sex.”
“It wasn’t good, it was stupendous.” Heat filled her cheeks at the memories. “We didn’t get much sleep. I didn’t know people had sex like this.”
“Now you’re just gloating.”
“Maybe. A little.”
“You’ve earned it after Bastard Brody.”
Not even the thought of her ex could dim her mood. “How’s LA?”
“Fine. Hot and the traffic sucks. Did you read any of the scripts I sent with you?”
“I did. I really like the Lehman one.”
“Me too. I’ll put out some feelers on the Elsa role. I’m going to courier over some other ones I think you’ll like.”
“Thanks, Tave.” She ate a spoonful of yogurt.
“I’ve also been keeping tabs on Reuben.”
The yogurt curdled in her stomach. “I want you to be careful. He’s dangerous.”
“I’m not making it obvious. He’s still in LA, going about his business. He’s drumming up support for a new movie.”
While she was hiding out in Hawaii, half terrified.
“The new security system’s been installed at your place,” Tave continued. “I got them to do a full sweep. They didn’t find any cameras or bugs.”
“Thanks,” she whispered.
“It’s going to be okay, Hols. You aren’t alone.”
She’d always been alone. Her mom had been too busy and worn out to be there for her. Her father didn’t even bother to stick around. Her brother had lost himself in drugs. Dave had died. The one guarantee in life was that you best get used to standing on your own two feet.
“I’m sure I blew all of this out of proportion,” she said. “This will all blow over.”
God, she hoped she wasn’t lying to herself.
“All right, Red. Go enjoy the ocean, but don’t get that million-dollar skin sunburned. You have a photoshoot for Dior coming up and they don’t want peeling skin.”