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good?”
    “Sure.” She looked at Trey. “I’d like that.” Did the invitation include his brother, too?
    “Just the two of us. We can get better acquainted. Damn…hang on.” He must have pulled the phone from his ear when he shouted, “Hey, who’s the star of this movie anyway!” He laughed. “Fuck you, too.” His laugh sounded closer. “Sorry about that, baby. Gotta show these directors who’s boss, you know.”
    She chuckled. “You’re pushing your luck.”
    “Na. I’m golden.” He sounded as if he was running. “I’ll call you when I leave the set. It’ll be late, so traffic won’t be too bad.”
    “Okay. Be careful, Garret.”
    Silence. “Wow, that’s really sweet. Thanks.”
    She could feel a hot blush climb her neck to her cheeks. “You’re welcome.”
    “I can’t wait to see you. Bye.”
    “Bye.” She handed the phone to Trey.
    “You two are going out tonight?”
    She nodded. “Is that…” She didn’t know how to ask about the dynamics of a threesome. “After we finish shopping, can we go back to the hotel? I have a few questions I’d like you to answer.”
    “Uh huh.” He glanced down at her. “Ones that should be asked in private?”
    She nodded.
    “I figured we’d get around to that sooner than later.” He gestured toward a big department store. “Wanna start in here?”
    The window manikins wore the cutest sundresses. “Yes, please.” Excitement filled her at the prospect of filling Trey’s hands with packages. “Prepare to be my shopping bag mule.”
    He laughed and did a very good impression of a donkey’s hee-haw.
    After five hours, they’d found dozens of bagsful for her and a couple of non-western items for him. They called Garret’s limo, stuffed the bags into the trunk, and headed back. At the front door of the hotel, Trey helped her from the limo.
    As she stepped out, a half dozen cameras flashed in her face.
    “Who’s this, Trey?”
    “Where’s Garret?”
    “Who are you, lady?”
    She ducked her head and slid her sunglasses on then held her purse over the graphic on her shirt. She didn’t need anyone tying her life to a movie star’s.
    Trey slung an arm around her as he told the driver to pull the limo around back to unload. “Just an old friend, guys. A little lady who I knew in Texas who lives in Chicago, now.” He pushed through the reporters, calmly and efficiently. “Garret’s on the set, and you know I can’t be givin’ out that address, no matter how much money you offer.”
    A few of the reporters laughed.
    “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re gonna have lunch in the bar and catch up on old times.” He pulled her with him into the lobby.
    Security guards kept the media outside.
    Once they were in the elevator, she took a breath and slid off her dark glasses. “God, how do you put up with that?”
    He shrugged. “That’s why I’m not his permanent manager. They just think I’m his big, oafish cowboy brother, along for a free ride and a good time.”
    She frowned. “You’re nothing like that.”
    Trey’s heart skipped a beat at the concern Megan showed for him. He pressed a thumb between her eyebrows and massaged. “Don’t take it so seriously. The less they think of me, the happier I am.”
    She grabbed his hand and tugged it down, leaning in close. “I think a lot of you. Does that count?”
    He grinned and kissed her, hard and fast, as the elevator doors opened on their floor. “My place or yours?” he murmured.
    “Mine, if it’s okay.”
    “Yes, definitely.” On their way past, he directed the concierge to send the packages to her suite.
    They ordered lunch and she poured them each a frosty mug of beer.
    He lifted his and tapped hers. “You’re a beer drinker?”
    “Sometimes.” She blushed. “I like to try new things.”
    He pulled her down next to him on the couch. “Like last night.” He kissed her neck, breathing in her floral scent, nibbling her soft skin.
    She nodded and sipped her beer. “It