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thick
blanket of fog. She appeared torn. “That's okay. I just had a shower. I don't
really want to get all grimy again.”
    He shrugged. “So take another one when we're
done.”
    She held up a hand when he scooted toward
her. Her palm rested against his chest, and she looked as tempted as she did bothered by something. “I really just wanted to make you
happy.”
    “Well, it certainly did. You're a sweetheart,
Kayla.” He brushed a hand over the softness of her cheek and played with a
tendril of hair near her temple.
    Her gaze hooded for a minute before she met
him with affectionate cow eyes. “Thanks. You're the sweetest guy I know.”
      He
smiled. “Are you sure about the orgasm?”
    She paused for a second before nodding. “I'm
sure.”
    “All right then, but if you change your
mind...”
    She gave him a feeble half smile. “I'll let
you know.” Her face became vulnerable. “There’s something I need to tell you. I
don’t know how to say it. Oh, hang on. I’m getting a text.”
    She seemed troubled about something, and her
face became even more serious when she read her text and then closed her cell
phone before he could read it. “Who was it?”
    “Wrong number. I forgot what I was going to say. Oh well.”
She got out of the truck in a hurry. “I have to go.”
    “Kayla.”
    The hopeful way she looked at him touched
him, but she seemed particularly vulnerable at the moment.
    “Gretchen's obviously gone.” The painful
words cut him up on the way out of his mouth. “You don't have to keep working
for Hammond if you don't want to.”
    Kayla glanced down suddenly looking even more
defenseless before she became guarded again. “I want to work for him.”
    “Why? He seems like a spoiled rich pig.”
    She shrugged, averting her eyes. “He's not so
bad. Without him I never would have landed that commercial. He has connections
and was able to pull a few strings for me.”
    “Why'd he do that?”
    “Because he's a good boss and he cares about
me ... as his assistant. I owe him.”
    Virgil studied her carefully, noting her
extreme discomfort and refusal to look at him for more than two seconds while
she talked about the snobby Hammond. “Have you ever thought about putting the
acting thing aside and just— ”
    “What? And give up like a failure?”
    Well, that wasn't the button he meant to
push. “No. I just mean pick a different career.”
    “You think I can't do it? That I'm too fat
and my glasses will keep me from getting a bigger part?”
    He let out a long whistle. “No need to fly
off the handle, honey. It was just a suggestion. And you're not fat.”
    She pointed to her chest innocently to
identify the subject of her conversation, but his eyes honed in on the pleasing
orbs for a different reason.
    Look at her face, stupid, not
her breasts. She's upset.
    “I may not be thin and I might be too chicken
to try contacts, but someday I'm going to be famous and then you'll see.
They'll all see.”
    He stared at her curiously. “Are you trying
to prove something to somebody?”
    “He did a really nice thing for me. I owe him
a lot.” Her voice cracked like she didn't even believe in what she said.
    “Hammond?”
    She blinked at him, and in that second her
eyes were jaded and lost.
    “Yes, Beck.” His name caught in her throat, and she
looked down, shuddering when she read another text she got. “I really have to
go back now.”
    Virgil didn't know what was up, but he didn't
like it one bit. “Go home, Kayla.”
    She shook her head, looking shaken up. “I
want to stay.”
    “Why? Gretchen's gone. Hammond's obviously
clean. You're free to go.”
    “This isn't just about you, okay? My boss
knows people. I came out here to be an actress, and so help me God, I'm not
quitting until I do just that.”
    “At what cost?”
    Her eyes lidded, and her face distorted. When
she spoke, her timbre conveyed how choked up she was through a thin veil of
anger. “I'm not a whore.”
    Her reply took him