Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
A sinking feeling settles in my stomach. I should’ve kept my mouth shut about the car.
Paul slowly turns toward Jordan and Jordan’s eyes bug out from having his boss’s full attention laser-focused on him. “That’s a good question. Why didn’t someone set that up?”
Jordan shrinks back, as if he’s trying to become one with the wallpaper.
“I told you we should’ve taken our time with everything,” Matt says to Paul. “But nooo. You wanted to rush the premiere.”
“We had a slot to fill,” Paul says without looking at Matt. “And we needed to try something new. Keep things fresh.”
My head’s going to explode if I have to sit here much longer. Why the fuck did I have to tell them about the damn car? Did I really think anyone connected to this show had human emotions and might feel bad for all the problems they caused? What a joke.
“Fine,” Paul says. “We’ll cover the repairs. Regardless of any winnings from the show.” He slides his sneaky gaze Jordan’s way. “But you’ll have to sign another release not to sue for any damages.”
“Whatever,” I mutter.
How much more of my life am I going to sign away to these vultures?
CHAPTER FIVE
Molly
Spending the day with Remy both heals and hurts. Even before Griff and I became a couple, the three of us spent time together. It’s hard to be with Remy and not think about Griff. The two of them have been inseparable since we were kids.
But Remy’s patient and sweet to me all day. He doesn’t bring up Griff and he doesn’t razz me for my stupid plan that took me all the way to the airport.
It’s not until the next day that Remy drops a bomb on me.
The scent of vanilla waffles tickles my nose. Part of me’s a little insulted Remy’s babying me. The other part really wants some waffles. I hurry downstairs and into the kitchen.
After breakfast, Remy pushes his plate away. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.” I glance at the clock. “I’m supposed to be at Miller’s by noon. Then, after my shift, I was thinking about stopping by the bar to help you out.”
I brace myself for him to say no.
“Yeah, I’d like you there.” He rubs one hand over his chest. “I should start teaching you the ropes. You can help me decide what we’re going to do with the place, eventually.” He leans forward and pats my hand. “But I need to talk to you about something else.”
The waffles I just inhaled do an unhappy tap dance in my stomach. “What?”
“Jerry called me yesterday.”
I fidget at the name of Griff’s boss. The owner of the garage where I left Griff’s car—and smashed mine to bits.
“That’s when I realized you were gone.”
I swallow hard. “What’d he have to say?”
Pain ripples over Remy’s expression, looking a little too close to pity for my taste. “What do you think he had to say?”
I lift one shoulder. “I dunno.”
“One of the other mechanics noticed Griff’s car parked oddly out by the garage. They saw broken glass. Investigated a little more. Found your car vandalized.”
My lower lip trembles. “Really?” I squeak.
“Molly.” He sighs. “Jerry saw the show.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. Damn. Jerry must think I’m horrible. I’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.
“He figured you probably did it, but it was too late,” Remy says gently. “The other guys called the cops to report a break-in.”
My heart thuds. “What?” I glance up and meet Remy’s intense, blue-eyed stare.
“They had to get ahold of Griff. That’s why Jerry called me.”
I shift my gaze away from Remy’s face. “What’d Griff say?”
“He declined to press charges.” Remy’s voice falters. “I talked to him. Explained that we saw the show and what he did.”
“What’d you do, congratulate him?”
“Molly.” He lets out a louder sigh. “You know I didn’t.”
“Sorry,” I mumble. Remy was ready to kill Griff the other night. I bet he vented some of that rage once he got Griff on the phone. “What’d Griff say?”
Remy hesitates, then shakes his head. “He says he didn’t do it.”
“What a load!” I jump out of my chair and point toward the living room. “We all saw it.”
“Molly,” he says in his irritatingly patient voice. “He didn’t know the show was airing, yet.”
“Yeah, so? That doesn’t mean he’s innocent.”
He squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds. “It sounds like what’s happening on set, and what the show’s been airing, are two different things.”
I drop back into my chair. “That doesn’t prove anything.”
“I know.”
“Did you tell him…” I lower my voice and glance away. “All the awful stuff the show said about me? And all the crap being posted about me online?”
“I did,” Remy says. “He didn’t know about any of it. I don’t think they would’ve been able to show that footage if you hadn’t signed the release.”