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his gun. “I know you!
You’re the guy from that movie. The one with the rings and the elves, right?”
    Alistair’s
jaw clenched for a brief moment. “Among other things, yes.” He held out his
hand for the officer to shake. “Alistair Ingram, nice to meet you.”
    Bethany
detected the British accent sneaking into his words. You couldn’t tell by
looking at him, but she knew he was uncomfortable.
    They
shook hands, and the second officer approached. “This is Alistair Ingram,” the
first said, “you know, the actor.”
    “Right,”
the second officer said. “I saw you on the news this morning. Rough weekend in
Vegas, huh?” He chuckled and pumped Alistair’s hand once.
    Alistair
kept his cool, smiling and gesturing to Bethany. “That was a big media
misunderstanding,” he said. “This lovely woman works in Vegas at Dolls &
Doms and has agreed to train me for a role in an upcoming movie I’m hoping to
land. I’m sure you’ve heard of the book, Hues of Black and Blue ? It’s
hugely popular right now.”
    “Right,
yeah,” the second one said, nudging the first officer. “Didn’t you say your
wife was reading that.”
    “She
sure is,” the officer said, grinning. “I love that book.”
    The
three men laughed. “Well, I’m sorry to have caused any problems,” Alistair
said.
    The
officers waved it off as no big deal. “No problem.”
    “Any
way I can get an autograph?” the second asked.
    “Of
course,” Alistair said. “Got a pen and something to write on?”
    Bethany
watched as he took care of business, his cool demeanor never slipping. He was a
man used to being in control. Even when he wasn’t, he acted.
    How
could she even consider attempting to break him? He was unbreakable.
    The
kiss in the men’s room flooded her mind.
    The
only one who would get broken in this deal was her, and she couldn’t allow that
to happen. She had to get far, far away from Alistair Ingram.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Welcome
to La La Land
     
    Alistair
couldn’t begin to guess what the hell was wrong with Bethany. She was the one
who locked him up in the men’s room of a rest stop. He was the
one who had to talk his way out of the shit storm she created when the cops
came. And she somehow had the nerve to ignore him the rest of the way to Los
Angeles?
    Whatever.
    He
wasn’t in the habit of begging women to talk to him, and he wouldn’t start with
her.
    But
damn if it wasn’t making him fucking crazy.
    The
driver pulled into Alistair’s driveway, stopping momentarily at the gate to
punch in the code.
    Alistair
watched Bethany’s eyes roam back and forth across the expanse of his modern
two-story estate. He’d bought it on his—now ex—fiancé’s request, but it wasn’t
really his style. The floor to ceiling windows he could do without, and the
squareness of the entire house…it seemed unnatural for something to be that
asymmetrical. But it was his now, even though the woman who’d chosen it was
not. Thank God Heather hadn’t moved in with him yet, and he wouldn’t have to go
through the pain in the ass of getting her and her crap out.
    He
should feel bad about the break-up, but he hadn’t given it one thought. It
wasn’t something he’d been serious about and wasn’t something he figured would
last more than a year anyway.
    “What
do you think?” he asked Bethany.
    She
shrugged. “Looks like a library. A big library, but a library.”
    He
laughed. It did look like a fucking library. Or a museum. “I’ll probably sell
it.”
    The
S.U.V. stopped. “Where’s the closest hotel?” she asked.
    Her
words smacked him like a sharp hand to the face. “You’re not staying at a
hotel.” He gestured to the enormous house. “I have ten guest rooms. You’re
staying here.”
    She
shook her head, adamant. “No. I’m not staying here with you.”
    “Bullshit
you’re not. Get out of the car.” Alistair shoved his door open, slid out and
slammed it closed. He was on the opposite side before she