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"Dammit! I forgot that he's with her," I grumble. But if he is still with her, then why buy me a drink? Why would he say some of the things he said to me on the beach? I start trying to rationalize the emotions I'm feeling toward Tristan and how I'm going to manage the fact that he's with Layla.
"What am I thinking? There is no way that Tristan Michaels is even slightly interested in me." I'm talking to myself again. "The only reason he bought me that drink was to see if I would reject it like I rejected every other man that tried to buy me a drink. Dammit. Why in the world would he be—"
Just then the high-pitched ring of my BlackBerry shrieks from the bedroom. I jump up and mutter, "Bloody hell."
I take long, slow strides across the room, silently hoping that I will miss the call because the BlackBerry means business – Bold business – and its ringing usually means something is going on and not in a good way. As I reach the phone it falls silent once again. Not looking at the display to see who I missed, I grab it and return to my chair.
As I pull my iPad back onto my lap, I decide that looking at images of Tristan and Layla are doing me no good. So I click on “Web” and look for recent articles instead.
I find Tristan's IMDB profile and am surprised by his short filmography. Love is Burning is his only released work. He has a release coming up in three weeks for Conjure , a fantasy about a girl who casts a love spell on the man of her dreams, but a different man falls in love with her. Seems kind of cute, but there’s nothing else listed.
"Based on his level of fame and Trinity's obsession with him, it seems as though he's done pretty well for himself." I wonder why, prior to the Love is Burning movies, he has no history and why the bio portion of the biography is limited and incomplete. I should ask Trinity about it.
Just as I'm about to go back to the search page to look for news articles about him, the wretched BlackBerry starts to ring again. This time I pull the BlackBerry off of the cushion and read the display. It's Trinity. What the hell?
"Hello?"
"Hi, Cami. Sorry to bother you on a Saturday morning."
Considering it isn't even six in the morning. "It's no problem, Trinity, I was already awake. What's going on?"
There is a silence that stretches for more than a casual pause. "Trinity?"
"Yeah...I ah, I'm here. Sorry, Cami, I know that there isn't a whole lot you can do about this, but I felt it was important for you to know that we have an issue with my biggest client."
"Are you talking about Tristan?" I ask. I'm only guessing because of the size of the photograph in her office. All the other images are pretty small in comparison.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Trinity, hold that thought one second. Room service is here."
"Room service? Oh, that's right. You didn't go back to Phoenix. I forgot. I've been so crazy trying to track this guy down. Where are you?"
I open the door and turn to walk back toward the bedroom without looking at the waiter. "Just leave it on the table, thank you."
"Sorry about that, Trinity. What exactly is going on?"
"Where are you, Cami?" Trinity is much more insistent this time.
Not wanting to go into details with her, I simply say, "I'm on vacation in Tahiti."
A small laugh crackles across the line. "Well then I really do owe you an apology for calling so early." There is a small pause followed by another little giggle. "As if I needed to feel any worse about calling you. Isn't it like four or five in the morning there?"
I laugh. "No, try six. But forget it, I was up anyway. Spill it, Trinity. Why are you calling me at six in the morning?"
I hear her take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Wow, it must be really bad. My stomach starts to twist.
"You remember I told you about that client who disappeared from the premiere last Tuesday? Well, I'm still looking for him. There was an argument with his girlfriend that no one seems to know anything
"What am I thinking? There is no way that Tristan Michaels is even slightly interested in me." I'm talking to myself again. "The only reason he bought me that drink was to see if I would reject it like I rejected every other man that tried to buy me a drink. Dammit. Why in the world would he be—"
Just then the high-pitched ring of my BlackBerry shrieks from the bedroom. I jump up and mutter, "Bloody hell."
I take long, slow strides across the room, silently hoping that I will miss the call because the BlackBerry means business – Bold business – and its ringing usually means something is going on and not in a good way. As I reach the phone it falls silent once again. Not looking at the display to see who I missed, I grab it and return to my chair.
As I pull my iPad back onto my lap, I decide that looking at images of Tristan and Layla are doing me no good. So I click on “Web” and look for recent articles instead.
I find Tristan's IMDB profile and am surprised by his short filmography. Love is Burning is his only released work. He has a release coming up in three weeks for Conjure , a fantasy about a girl who casts a love spell on the man of her dreams, but a different man falls in love with her. Seems kind of cute, but there’s nothing else listed.
"Based on his level of fame and Trinity's obsession with him, it seems as though he's done pretty well for himself." I wonder why, prior to the Love is Burning movies, he has no history and why the bio portion of the biography is limited and incomplete. I should ask Trinity about it.
Just as I'm about to go back to the search page to look for news articles about him, the wretched BlackBerry starts to ring again. This time I pull the BlackBerry off of the cushion and read the display. It's Trinity. What the hell?
"Hello?"
"Hi, Cami. Sorry to bother you on a Saturday morning."
Considering it isn't even six in the morning. "It's no problem, Trinity, I was already awake. What's going on?"
There is a silence that stretches for more than a casual pause. "Trinity?"
"Yeah...I ah, I'm here. Sorry, Cami, I know that there isn't a whole lot you can do about this, but I felt it was important for you to know that we have an issue with my biggest client."
"Are you talking about Tristan?" I ask. I'm only guessing because of the size of the photograph in her office. All the other images are pretty small in comparison.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Trinity, hold that thought one second. Room service is here."
"Room service? Oh, that's right. You didn't go back to Phoenix. I forgot. I've been so crazy trying to track this guy down. Where are you?"
I open the door and turn to walk back toward the bedroom without looking at the waiter. "Just leave it on the table, thank you."
"Sorry about that, Trinity. What exactly is going on?"
"Where are you, Cami?" Trinity is much more insistent this time.
Not wanting to go into details with her, I simply say, "I'm on vacation in Tahiti."
A small laugh crackles across the line. "Well then I really do owe you an apology for calling so early." There is a small pause followed by another little giggle. "As if I needed to feel any worse about calling you. Isn't it like four or five in the morning there?"
I laugh. "No, try six. But forget it, I was up anyway. Spill it, Trinity. Why are you calling me at six in the morning?"
I hear her take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Wow, it must be really bad. My stomach starts to twist.
"You remember I told you about that client who disappeared from the premiere last Tuesday? Well, I'm still looking for him. There was an argument with his girlfriend that no one seems to know anything
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