Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Had a boyfriend?” she questioned.
“Yes, they just broke up.”
“Was it a brief thing?”
“No, they were together for years.”
“So…she’s trying to create press for what? Is your career on the waning end?” Wow, it’s amazing how she doesn’t know a thing about me. My own hometown doesn’t know a thing about me. My Nana really made sure to keep it hush and protect her privacy.
“No, I just finished shooting my latest film, and I’ll be doing reshoots and a brief press tour once the film comes out. Other than that, I’m not sure. There were rumors that I was dating some model. Maybe she created that nonsense, too.” Georgia stiffens at that one, too.
“Were you close to the model?”
“No, I think I saw her at a Hollywood event, and the press got a photo of us standing next to each other. She has a boyfriend. Still, I’m trying to figure out Felicity’s motives. I know she doesn’t want to lose her job.”
“Did she think you were slipping? Don’t they say all press is good press?”
“Well, creating a stalker is a fucking stupid way to do it. I was fucking paranoid about it. The first time someone sent me my favorite meal, I asked her if it was her. She could have said it was and that she was trying to play this game and building up a fan chase.”
“Would you have gone along with her plan?”
“No. Even if I needed to boost my career, my integrity wouldn’t have allowed it. My goal had never been to be famous. Hell, I hadn’t even gone to Los Angeles to be a movie star. I had gotten a scholarship for Engineering at Cal Tech when I was spotted by some Hollywood type who gave me a walk-on role for a movie.” Her brows lifted, surprised that I didn’t go chasing the Hollywood dream.
“Are you going to fire her?” she asks, standing up to peek out the window.
“I was already letting her go soon, anyway.” Suddenly, a shiver ran through my beautiful Georgia, and I stood up and pulled a blanket from the cupboard. “Here, cover up. It seems the temperature has dropped.”
“That’s not good.” The winds whip through the cabin’s wood frame, getting louder and louder.
“Uh, we need to be prepared.” She checks her phone, but the signal isn’t working much better than mine. “It’s about to hit in an hour, and from the looks of it, we’re going to get some fierce winds and water.”
“Great. Are you sure there’s no other way out of here?” I ask, wondering if we should take a chance.
“Not anymore, genius.”
“Don’t start with me. I didn’t get any call from you. My line hasn’t rung this entire time, and my cell phone hasn’t worked well out here all day.” She picks up the landline and quickly drops it. Did she forget about the rules she gave me, or is she immune? I want to bend her over and pop her on her ass for not taking caution too. She could have been electrocuted.
“Are you fucking nuts? Did you forget about the possible surge?”
“The line’s dead, but it could be because of the storm.”
“Are we safe to ride it out, or is there somewhere higher we can go?” It might sound like I’m afraid, but it’s not about me. I don’t like the fact that Georgia’s not safe, and it’s my fault. If I’d gone after her instead of believing she’d eventually come hunting me down, we both would have been safe.
“We should be safe here, but we’re going to be without anything until it passes, and we need to stay away from the windows.”
“Are you sure it’s not going to flood?”
“We’re up on a hilly slope, and if anything, we’re going to lose water on this cove, but the wind can be dangerous, as you saw.” She waved toward our now ruined vehicles. “Once the storm passes, the next issue will be the lack of supplies. Unfortunately, we don’t know how long it will take until we’re able to reach anyone.”
“I’m sorry about that, but it doesn’t make sense that I still didn’t get a call from you on the landline. I haven’t turned it off or anything.”
“It is strange.” A sinking feeling washes over me. Maybe it wasn’t the storm that knocked out the landline. How close was my assistant, and where was she now? I had to put my shoes and coat on and brave the elements just in case she was trapped outside. As pissed as I was, there was no way I’d let her be stranded outside. When I move toward the door, I hear the wood splinter, and then a tree violently slams against the front door.
“Are you nuts?”
“I’m starting to think so.”
“Playing an action hero is not the same in real life, you know,” she hisses.