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Brad shot to fame a few years ago as the flamboyant assistant on The Rachel Zoe Project, a fashion-centric reality series on Bravo, before spinning off his own show, “It’s a Brad Brad World.” He and Kyle had met two years ago in LA, and ever since, Brad had been trying to get Kyle to make an appearance on the show.
    Brad was a coup, but Bill Kaulitz. Wow. Just wow. Lilly was seriously considering figuring out a way to audit Kaulitz’ class. Kyle must have selected him for his modeling background, but Lilly knew him better as the lead singer of the techno-pop band Tokio Hotel. His style was striking: ultra-dark eyeliner, long hair dramatically styled. His face was more beautiful than most female fashion models.
    “Holy cow, Kyle. FIDM’s never going to let you go.”
    “Yeah, well, they’ve already offered me an open-ended contract, but I don’t know. You know it’s hard for me to stay in one place.”
    Lilly did know. It took all of her cajoling and persuasive powers to get him to stay in Kansas and finish his degree after she left. He’d gotten into a graduate program at NYU, but he only stayed a semester before heading to Europe and beyond.
    “Well, I’ve got some good career news, too.” She went on to tell him about Feast of Saints and working with Jake Durant.
    “Oh. My. God. Way to bury the lead! When did this happen?”
    “Last Friday. I tried to call you but I kept getting an automated message that your line was unavailable.”
    “That’s Busan for you. Everything that can go wrong has gone wrong this week. Soo Joo fell off the runway and bled all over the Christophe Guillarme Rorschach I had my eye on for you. But wait until you see the Suecomma Bonnies I scored.” Lilly’s mouth watered. Korean shoe designer, Bonnie Lee, was her all-time favorite.
    “But tell me more about the film. And Jake Durant.”
    She bit her lip in the effort to choose just a few words to capture how she felt. Her thoughts were all over the place and this call had to be costing Kyle a fortune. “It’s overwhelming, and so is he,” she finally said.
    “I’ll bet. The man’s a walking aphrodisiac. Does he have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” Kyle asked hopefully. Several of Jake’s roles had raised speculation regarding his sexual preferences.
    Lilly didn’t like to stereotype, but she was pretty sure Jake wasn’t gay. He was just so… masculine. She quickly put a brake on the direction of her thoughts. He was out of her league. Stratospherically.
    “I think he might have a girlfriend,” she said. In her Internet search a few nights ago, she’d come across plenty of gossip items about Jake and other women, mostly actors, and a few models. If the tabloids held any truth, his most enduring love interest was Canadian actress Sierra Nighly.
    Before Kyle made any outrageous suggestions about how Jake might improve her nonexistent love life, she changed the topic, bringing Kyle up to date on her brother’s life and the antics of his six year old, Anna.
    When they’d caught each other up on the highlights of their lives apart, Kyle, always in tune with her insecurities, so like his own, said, “Don’t sweat the new job. You’re going to knock him dead. By the time I get there, you’ll have Jake Durant wrapped around your pinky.”
    She snorted. “I don’t think so. But I’m going to try.” As intimidating as she found him, she did feel like she was doing a fair job of establishing a professional rapport.
    “I’ll see you in a few weeks, Tink.”
    “I’ll keep the porch light on.” It was something her father used to say.
    Talking with Kyle always helped her find her inner strength. If it hadn’t been for him, she probably would have stayed on the farm, where she would have eventually snapped and buried her father on the back forty. Moving away from the farm, and not moving back after college, had been the right decision for her and her father. Whether out of necessity or love, he had remarried and it