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bar in rural New Jersey?”
“I hope you’re right.” I turn to face him. “Because I really want to do this.”
He smiles. “So do I.”
When my stomach growls Hunter and I both look down at it.
“It’s getting a little noisy down there,” he teases. “I promised you brunch. I think I’d better feed you.”
“I am hungry. I haven’t eaten anything since…I can’t even remember the last time I actually ate.”
Hunter frowns. “No breakfast?”
I shake my head.
“And you didn’t eat anything last night either. No wonder your stomach’s protesting.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of his room. We hurry back down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“So what do you like to eat? When you’re not relegated to celery sticks and little tiny carrots?”
“I’ll eat anything really. What do you like to cook?”
“The family favorite for brunch is waffles, eggs and bacon. How does that sound?”
“Fattening.”
“Take off that hideous sweatshirt,” Hunter urges.
I pull the sweatshirt over my head and place it on a chair at the counter.
He looks me up and down. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you could stand to gain a few pounds. Most guys like girls with some curves. And I’ll admit I’m no exception.”
I shake my head. “I’m actually considered overweight by Hollywood standards.”
“No way. They’ve got some wacked standards if you’re overweight.”
I plop down on one of the counter chairs. “Today I’m su pposed to be Kat from P-burg not Katie Lawrence. So hit me with the works: waffles, eggs, bacon. Whatever you normally make I’ll eat.”
Hunter grins. “You got it, Kat.”
I’m surprised by how much I like it when he calls me Kat. Everyone called me Kat when I was a kid. Now the only person who still uses my nickname is Elsie. When I first signed with my manager she told me that Kat wasn’t going to work if I wanted to be a big star. She said it was hard to imagine Kat Lawrence on a marquee and definitely not top billing. So she made me use Katie. It took me a long time to get used to it. I’m still not sure I like it. I’ve never felt like a Katie.
When Hunter opens the enormous refrigerator it’s overflo wing with food.
“I’m lucky if I even have something to drink in my fridge at home. I’ve never seen that much food before.”
He laughs. “We’ve got to feed the crowd, remember? And this is nothing. You should see how much food we have at Haymakers. We’ve got a decent menu and a lot of our regulars like burgers and fries, nachos, stuff with lots of grease and fat.”
“Those are two bad words in Hollywood. Everyone wants food that’s fat-free, dairy-free, wheat-free and organic.”
“So basically, the restaurants just serve air.”
“And they charge a lot for it.”
We both laugh.
“I can’t remember the last time I just hung out and had fun like this.” My comment is meant to be a compliment, but there’s a note of sadness in my voice that’s unexpected.
“We should do it more often,” Hunter replies, but then reality takes over, and he looks sad himself.
I’m a movie star and he’s a cop. This probably won’t happen again. How can it?
“I promised you a decent meal.” He turns his attention to the fridge again and pulls out all kinds of items: eggs, milk, bacon, cheese, tomatoes, onions and green peppers. Then he makes his way to a large pantry and pulls out an arm full of additional ingredients.
“That’s a lot of stuff for just the two of us,” I say as I look over the counter now filled with fixings.
“The Wilde boys don’t do anything halfway. We always go all in.”
I have the feeling that he’s not just talking about breakfast, but I don’t want to read too much into the comment.
I also don’t want to think about anything, but being with him in the here and now. I want to enjoy what we have while we have it.
Seven
Hunter
The girl can eat when she wants to. I made enough food for several
“I hope you’re right.” I turn to face him. “Because I really want to do this.”
He smiles. “So do I.”
When my stomach growls Hunter and I both look down at it.
“It’s getting a little noisy down there,” he teases. “I promised you brunch. I think I’d better feed you.”
“I am hungry. I haven’t eaten anything since…I can’t even remember the last time I actually ate.”
Hunter frowns. “No breakfast?”
I shake my head.
“And you didn’t eat anything last night either. No wonder your stomach’s protesting.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of his room. We hurry back down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“So what do you like to eat? When you’re not relegated to celery sticks and little tiny carrots?”
“I’ll eat anything really. What do you like to cook?”
“The family favorite for brunch is waffles, eggs and bacon. How does that sound?”
“Fattening.”
“Take off that hideous sweatshirt,” Hunter urges.
I pull the sweatshirt over my head and place it on a chair at the counter.
He looks me up and down. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you could stand to gain a few pounds. Most guys like girls with some curves. And I’ll admit I’m no exception.”
I shake my head. “I’m actually considered overweight by Hollywood standards.”
“No way. They’ve got some wacked standards if you’re overweight.”
I plop down on one of the counter chairs. “Today I’m su pposed to be Kat from P-burg not Katie Lawrence. So hit me with the works: waffles, eggs, bacon. Whatever you normally make I’ll eat.”
Hunter grins. “You got it, Kat.”
I’m surprised by how much I like it when he calls me Kat. Everyone called me Kat when I was a kid. Now the only person who still uses my nickname is Elsie. When I first signed with my manager she told me that Kat wasn’t going to work if I wanted to be a big star. She said it was hard to imagine Kat Lawrence on a marquee and definitely not top billing. So she made me use Katie. It took me a long time to get used to it. I’m still not sure I like it. I’ve never felt like a Katie.
When Hunter opens the enormous refrigerator it’s overflo wing with food.
“I’m lucky if I even have something to drink in my fridge at home. I’ve never seen that much food before.”
He laughs. “We’ve got to feed the crowd, remember? And this is nothing. You should see how much food we have at Haymakers. We’ve got a decent menu and a lot of our regulars like burgers and fries, nachos, stuff with lots of grease and fat.”
“Those are two bad words in Hollywood. Everyone wants food that’s fat-free, dairy-free, wheat-free and organic.”
“So basically, the restaurants just serve air.”
“And they charge a lot for it.”
We both laugh.
“I can’t remember the last time I just hung out and had fun like this.” My comment is meant to be a compliment, but there’s a note of sadness in my voice that’s unexpected.
“We should do it more often,” Hunter replies, but then reality takes over, and he looks sad himself.
I’m a movie star and he’s a cop. This probably won’t happen again. How can it?
“I promised you a decent meal.” He turns his attention to the fridge again and pulls out all kinds of items: eggs, milk, bacon, cheese, tomatoes, onions and green peppers. Then he makes his way to a large pantry and pulls out an arm full of additional ingredients.
“That’s a lot of stuff for just the two of us,” I say as I look over the counter now filled with fixings.
“The Wilde boys don’t do anything halfway. We always go all in.”
I have the feeling that he’s not just talking about breakfast, but I don’t want to read too much into the comment.
I also don’t want to think about anything, but being with him in the here and now. I want to enjoy what we have while we have it.
Seven
Hunter
The girl can eat when she wants to. I made enough food for several
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