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happened?” Charlotte walked onto the deck and surveyed the damage. Merlot happily trotted behind her.
“WrestleMania came to Malibu, and someone forgot to tell me I was hosting it.” Kate gulped down her wine and poured another glass.
“Come again?”
“Jack stopped by and Chris showed him the way out.”
Charlotte rose her perfectly waxed eyebrows so high up on her forehead she could have used them as a headband. “What have you done with my mild-mannered friend named Kate? Until six months ago, I didn’t think you liked men. Now you have them tearing up your fabulous beach house that I totally hope you are leaving to me in your will.”
“First of all, when I die I have left specific instructions for the beach house to be burned down. It’s going with me. Why did you think I didn’t like men?”
“I don’t know. You just have a quiet way about you. Very innocent. Now you’re divorcing your Vegas romance and hooking up with the hottest man in Hollywood.”
Kate picked at the fringes on a pillow. “People change.”
Charlotte slumped down on the couch. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m getting there. I even let him take me for a ride on that wretched motorcycle of his.”
“You know, I caught one of his movies on cable the other night. I was halfway into it, feeling randy as hell watching that gorgeous man when I realized you were fucking him!”
“Charlotte!”
“Fornicating with? If I were living with Chris Cavanaugh I’d want to yell from the highest mountaintop that I was screwing that man.”
Kate smiled. She loved the scent of him and how her stomach flipped when he flashed his easy, gorgeous smile at her. She could still feel his lips against her skin, his hands caressing her back. The passion that radiated from the man could have been an alternate solar power source. “Living with him does have its benefits.”
“So how is he in bed?”
Kate chuckled. “Listen, I don’t care if you’ve got this bad-girl ballerina look going on tonight, I am not talking trash about my sex life with Chris.”
“You gotta tell me something. Anything. He supposedly has this legendary schlong.”
“OK.” Kate bit her lip. “I’ll tell you one thing.”
Charlotte moved close to Kate. Kate gave Merlot another treat and then refilled her wine glass. Charlotte started rotating her ankle—her classic tell that she was dying to hear what Kate had to say.
“Do you remember that night Sabrina was in one of her country western moods and took us to that chic honky-tonk bar?”
“Yeah. How can I forget that? Sabrina had a fight with one of the waitresses.”
“And do you remember that mechanical bull they had and we each rode three times?”
“We named him Woody.” Charlotte exploded in laughter. “Who could forget Woody the mechanical bull? We had to pull Sabrina off that thing. I still call that honky-tonk to see how he’s doing.”
“Chris is like Woody minus the electrical cord.”
“Whoa.” Charlotte sighed.
* * *
The sound of Chris’s motorcycle in the driveway made her smile. What Charlotte said had a lot of raunchy merit, even if she didn’t want to admit it herself. The man was sought after wherever he went, but these days he was coming home to her.
“Hey, sorry for being so late. Jack wanted to do a run-through of the script again before we start filming.” Chris kissed Kate on the lips. “And who is this lovely vision in pink? You must be Charlotte. Nice to meet you.”
Charlotte’s cheeks were turning the color of her sweatshirt. She flashed a jaw-breaking grin and muttered a low hello.
“Did I just miss something?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I just compared you to mechanical bull.” Kate beamed.
“Sweet!” He plopped down between them and took Kate’s hand. “Do tell.”
“Charlotte?”
She held up her hands. “I’ve heard some things, and I wanted my girl to tell me if they were true.”
“Charlotte.” Chris leaned in close to
“WrestleMania came to Malibu, and someone forgot to tell me I was hosting it.” Kate gulped down her wine and poured another glass.
“Come again?”
“Jack stopped by and Chris showed him the way out.”
Charlotte rose her perfectly waxed eyebrows so high up on her forehead she could have used them as a headband. “What have you done with my mild-mannered friend named Kate? Until six months ago, I didn’t think you liked men. Now you have them tearing up your fabulous beach house that I totally hope you are leaving to me in your will.”
“First of all, when I die I have left specific instructions for the beach house to be burned down. It’s going with me. Why did you think I didn’t like men?”
“I don’t know. You just have a quiet way about you. Very innocent. Now you’re divorcing your Vegas romance and hooking up with the hottest man in Hollywood.”
Kate picked at the fringes on a pillow. “People change.”
Charlotte slumped down on the couch. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I’m getting there. I even let him take me for a ride on that wretched motorcycle of his.”
“You know, I caught one of his movies on cable the other night. I was halfway into it, feeling randy as hell watching that gorgeous man when I realized you were fucking him!”
“Charlotte!”
“Fornicating with? If I were living with Chris Cavanaugh I’d want to yell from the highest mountaintop that I was screwing that man.”
Kate smiled. She loved the scent of him and how her stomach flipped when he flashed his easy, gorgeous smile at her. She could still feel his lips against her skin, his hands caressing her back. The passion that radiated from the man could have been an alternate solar power source. “Living with him does have its benefits.”
“So how is he in bed?”
Kate chuckled. “Listen, I don’t care if you’ve got this bad-girl ballerina look going on tonight, I am not talking trash about my sex life with Chris.”
“You gotta tell me something. Anything. He supposedly has this legendary schlong.”
“OK.” Kate bit her lip. “I’ll tell you one thing.”
Charlotte moved close to Kate. Kate gave Merlot another treat and then refilled her wine glass. Charlotte started rotating her ankle—her classic tell that she was dying to hear what Kate had to say.
“Do you remember that night Sabrina was in one of her country western moods and took us to that chic honky-tonk bar?”
“Yeah. How can I forget that? Sabrina had a fight with one of the waitresses.”
“And do you remember that mechanical bull they had and we each rode three times?”
“We named him Woody.” Charlotte exploded in laughter. “Who could forget Woody the mechanical bull? We had to pull Sabrina off that thing. I still call that honky-tonk to see how he’s doing.”
“Chris is like Woody minus the electrical cord.”
“Whoa.” Charlotte sighed.
* * *
The sound of Chris’s motorcycle in the driveway made her smile. What Charlotte said had a lot of raunchy merit, even if she didn’t want to admit it herself. The man was sought after wherever he went, but these days he was coming home to her.
“Hey, sorry for being so late. Jack wanted to do a run-through of the script again before we start filming.” Chris kissed Kate on the lips. “And who is this lovely vision in pink? You must be Charlotte. Nice to meet you.”
Charlotte’s cheeks were turning the color of her sweatshirt. She flashed a jaw-breaking grin and muttered a low hello.
“Did I just miss something?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I just compared you to mechanical bull.” Kate beamed.
“Sweet!” He plopped down between them and took Kate’s hand. “Do tell.”
“Charlotte?”
She held up her hands. “I’ve heard some things, and I wanted my girl to tell me if they were true.”
“Charlotte.” Chris leaned in close to
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