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We finish our dessert and leave

the restaurant. I give my ticket to a valet outside and text Yuna to let her know I’m done. The second I hit send, every cell in my body suddenly goes on alert. I lift my head and see her walking toward me.

“Have a good lunch?” she asks.

“Yeah, very productive. Have you met Tim?”

Tim looks at her with both eyebrows raised. “Hello, I’m Declan’s agent. And you are…?”

“Hi. I’m Yuna, his assistant.” She extends a hand.

“This is your assistant?” Tim’s eyes grow wide, but he manages not to actually slobber.

“I am. But it’s temporary.” She smiles.

“When you get done, you should give me a call. Ever take any acting classes?”

Okay, so she’s gorgeous, but does Tim have to be so shameless? She’s mine for the next eight weeks, hello!

“I’m probably too old for it, and I can’t,” she says.

“Not too old,” I mutter, annoyed she feels that way about herself. She could be sixty and still be more vibrant than most twenty-somethings.

Tim looks stunned. Not over the “too old” thing but her saying no. He’s probably never run across a woman who didn’t want to get into the movies. “You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Huh. Well, that’s too bad. If you change your mind, just get in touch through this guy.” His phone buzzes, and he checks it, his eyebrows pinching together briefly. He turns back to Yuna. “But you should come to the meeting.”

“With Melvin?” I ask.

“Yeah. Absolutely.”

“Why?” Is Tim trying to get Yuna a role with Melvin regardless of how she feels? Tim’s just arrogant enough to think that everybody in the world wants what he has to offer.

“Serena’s not coming on Friday. Her mom had an episode, and got checked into a ‘meditation camp,’ if you know what I mean.” Tim shakes his head. Everyone in Hollywood knows about Serena’s mom’s addiction. “So you’re going to need a dance partner in case Melvin wants you to do the waltz scene, because I’m not letting you twirl me around.”

“Thanks for the support.” Tim might talk like this, but when he has to, he does whatever he can for his clients. He’d put on a pink tutu if he thought it’d help me land a role.

Yuna nods. “That’s fine. It’ll be fun!”

“Thanks, Yuna.” I can’t help smiling at her enthusiasm.

If Tim tries to pressure her, I’ll step in. It’s bad enough that her family is trying to force her to marry somebody. She shouldn’t have to fend off my agent as well.

The valet brings out my car, with Tim’s Maserati next. I slip the guy a twenty and climb behind the wheel.

Once we’re on our way, Yuna sips her coffee, looks like she’s about to burst out laughing, then sips her coffee again. Finally she lets out a giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“I think all the coffee’s making it hard for me to control myself. Caffeine makes me ridiculously happy and giggly. Sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry. How many did you have?”

“Just two, but back to back. I shouldn’t be loading up like this.”

“Okay, but what’s so funny?”


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