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can’t.”
“Why?”
She smiled sadly. “Well, like you said, it’s complicated.”
I nodded and gave her a hug because I understood exactly how she felt. As soon as she sunk into my chest, I knew I shouldn’t have done it.
Chapter Six
The black SUV was parked at the curb in front of the radio station waiting for us. Tim took the lead, and I shielded her to push through the crowd of people. Once Lincoln and I were in the vehicle, Tim hit the roof to signal the driver. Even though Tim was asking people to move off the street, we had to start and stop about ten times because guys with cameras kept jumping on the hood.
Fifteen minutes later, he dropped us off at the upscale restaurant. A manager showed us to a table near the window, and we waited for the songwriter. Lincoln played with her napkin, then bounced her spoon off the table. After a few minutes, she chuckled.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m not used to waiting. I’m usually running late for everything.”
“Well, get used to it. I work fast.” I drank some water and glanced around the restaurant. It felt like everyone was staring at us.
She raised her eyebrow and said in a breathy voice, “I hope you don’t do everything fast.”
I shook my head and studied the menu to ignore her provocative comment. I definitely shouldn’t have hugged her in the elevator. She obviously got the wrong idea, or the right idea, which was wrong for the situation.
Undeterred by my lack of reaction, she continued in the same flirty tone, “You know those pictures of us are going to be in the magazines all over the world by tomorrow.”
I glanced at her, and panic shot through me as I realized what that meant.
“Everyone is going to assume you’re my boyfriend.” She smiled. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“Shit.” I pulled out my phone and stood up. “I have to call Liv.”
Lincoln’s posture deflated. “Call her from here. You can’t leave me sitting alone.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.”
Her eyebrows angled together, and she bit her bottom lip as she looked around the restaurant. “Hurry.”
I wandered out onto the patio and paced for a while to come up with what I wanted to say. No matter how I phrased it, she was going to be pissed, so I called Huck first since it would be easier.
“Wow, twice in one day,” she said as soon as she picked up the phone. Then she realized it might be bad news. “Wait. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m calling to tell you something exciting.”
“You’re coming home?” she shrieked.
“No. I got a job working for Lincoln Todd. I’m going on tour with her to Europe.”
“Oh my God. Shut up!”
I laughed. “Jealous?”
“Yes.” She squealed and gave me a rapid fire list of everything she knew about Lincoln before she gave me a list of questions to ask her. “You have to send me pictures,” she said and finally took a breath.
“I will. I need to go, though. I’m supposed to be working right now.”
“Cool. Call me every day.”
“I’ll try. I love you.” After she said good bye and hung up, I paced a few more times and then dialed Liv’s number.
She inhaled in way that sounded irritated before she said, “Hi. What’s up?”
I looked through the window at Lincoln. “I have something to tell you. You’re not going to like it, so I’m just going to say it.”
“Okay,” she said hesitantly.
“A music executive offered me a job to be Lincoln Todd’s handler.”
“What’s a handler?”
“I don’t know really.”
“A job like that seems kind of permanent. Does that mean you’re planning to stay in L.A.?”
“No. It’s only for six weeks. He wants me to go on tour with them to Europe and hang out with her.”
“What does that mean? Are you a fucking gigolo?”
“A babysitter. He’s going to pay me ten thousand dollars a day.”
“A day?”
“A day.”
“For babysitting? That sounds more like what you pay a gigolo.”
I
“Why?”
She smiled sadly. “Well, like you said, it’s complicated.”
I nodded and gave her a hug because I understood exactly how she felt. As soon as she sunk into my chest, I knew I shouldn’t have done it.
Chapter Six
The black SUV was parked at the curb in front of the radio station waiting for us. Tim took the lead, and I shielded her to push through the crowd of people. Once Lincoln and I were in the vehicle, Tim hit the roof to signal the driver. Even though Tim was asking people to move off the street, we had to start and stop about ten times because guys with cameras kept jumping on the hood.
Fifteen minutes later, he dropped us off at the upscale restaurant. A manager showed us to a table near the window, and we waited for the songwriter. Lincoln played with her napkin, then bounced her spoon off the table. After a few minutes, she chuckled.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m not used to waiting. I’m usually running late for everything.”
“Well, get used to it. I work fast.” I drank some water and glanced around the restaurant. It felt like everyone was staring at us.
She raised her eyebrow and said in a breathy voice, “I hope you don’t do everything fast.”
I shook my head and studied the menu to ignore her provocative comment. I definitely shouldn’t have hugged her in the elevator. She obviously got the wrong idea, or the right idea, which was wrong for the situation.
Undeterred by my lack of reaction, she continued in the same flirty tone, “You know those pictures of us are going to be in the magazines all over the world by tomorrow.”
I glanced at her, and panic shot through me as I realized what that meant.
“Everyone is going to assume you’re my boyfriend.” She smiled. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“Shit.” I pulled out my phone and stood up. “I have to call Liv.”
Lincoln’s posture deflated. “Call her from here. You can’t leave me sitting alone.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.”
Her eyebrows angled together, and she bit her bottom lip as she looked around the restaurant. “Hurry.”
I wandered out onto the patio and paced for a while to come up with what I wanted to say. No matter how I phrased it, she was going to be pissed, so I called Huck first since it would be easier.
“Wow, twice in one day,” she said as soon as she picked up the phone. Then she realized it might be bad news. “Wait. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m calling to tell you something exciting.”
“You’re coming home?” she shrieked.
“No. I got a job working for Lincoln Todd. I’m going on tour with her to Europe.”
“Oh my God. Shut up!”
I laughed. “Jealous?”
“Yes.” She squealed and gave me a rapid fire list of everything she knew about Lincoln before she gave me a list of questions to ask her. “You have to send me pictures,” she said and finally took a breath.
“I will. I need to go, though. I’m supposed to be working right now.”
“Cool. Call me every day.”
“I’ll try. I love you.” After she said good bye and hung up, I paced a few more times and then dialed Liv’s number.
She inhaled in way that sounded irritated before she said, “Hi. What’s up?”
I looked through the window at Lincoln. “I have something to tell you. You’re not going to like it, so I’m just going to say it.”
“Okay,” she said hesitantly.
“A music executive offered me a job to be Lincoln Todd’s handler.”
“What’s a handler?”
“I don’t know really.”
“A job like that seems kind of permanent. Does that mean you’re planning to stay in L.A.?”
“No. It’s only for six weeks. He wants me to go on tour with them to Europe and hang out with her.”
“What does that mean? Are you a fucking gigolo?”
“A babysitter. He’s going to pay me ten thousand dollars a day.”
“A day?”
“A day.”
“For babysitting? That sounds more like what you pay a gigolo.”
I
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