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toward his rented Porsche.
“Taylor, are you okay? Is there any truth that someone is trying to kill Melanie?” Millie called out.
“Come on, not tonight,” Grant shot back, annoyed at the questions.
Taylor was shocked. She thought for sure Grant would be in front of the camera retelling his heroics over and over again. Magnifying her shock was the fact his hands were staying in respectable locations as well. “I’m fine, Millie. Thank you. And no, no one is trying to kill anyone.”
“Miss Jefferies! Watch out for him. I may not think Trey Everett is good enough for you, but Grant Elliott is a pig,” Cyndi Lu screamed in warning.
“Oink-oink, babe.”
“Really, Grant?” Taylor rolled her eyes as he helped her into his car. “I was almost thinking you were a decent guy.”
Grant shut the door and strolled to his side. “Never think that, babe. I’m not a decent guy. I’ll do anything to keep climbing in this industry.”
“Even suck up to the producer? You may fool others, but I think you’re a nice guy under all that oil,” Taylor teased as he drove her the short distance home.
“Come on. I’ll help you inside. Then I can exploit the fact I was in your house while Trey was gone.”
Taylor shook her head in sympathy. It must be hard to be Grant. It must be exhausting. She saw how much he worked out. She hated to say it, but it was a shallow industry and one of the reasons she hired him was because he looked the part of a Hollywood heartthrob.
“Go on. It’s your reward for being so kind to me tonight.”
Grant stopped in surprise as he helped her to the couch in her living room. “Yeah, and then one of the top running backs in the league will be having a private talk with me. Geez, Taylor. This place is so . . . un-Hollywood.”
“I think homey is the word you’re looking for.” Taylor looked around at the pictures of their friends and the couple over the years. The warm colors and the cozy furniture made the room feel snuggly. Definitely not something you’d imagine after seeing celebrity homes on television.
The normalcy was broken as the front door flung open. Grant turned and blocked her view, but the fake crying told her instantly who it was.
“Oh, baby. My baaaaaby! Don’t worry, Mama’s here.”
The pain Taylor felt in her leg was nothing compared to the anger that managed to push her shaky nerves away. Taylor shot up and wobbled only slightly. Grant steadied her and she advanced on her parents.
“I told you I never wanted to see you again. I told you were no longer welcome anywhere near me. By what right do you think you can just walk into my house?” she asked in a deadly voice.
“But, baby, you took our advice. You’re here with Grant instead of Trey. And when we heard that you were hurt on set, we had to see you. We’ve already worked up an angle to spin it in order to get you and Grant tons of press,” her mother said sweetly as if the last ten years just hadn’t happened.
“As great as that sounds, I’m out. I don’t do parents.” Grant wedged himself out the door and hurried to his car as her father turned to chase after him, trying to pitch them as his managers.
Taylor limped to the open door as her mother continued talking about press conferences and how they’d handle everything. “Here, just sign this managing contract and we can start right now.”
“Get out of my house,” Taylor said softly as she hobbled out to the front porch. Neighbors started to file out of their homes as her father’s pitch to Grant rang through the night.
“And look, you’ll see we already gave you the discounted price of twelve percent,” her mother was saying.
“Enough!” Taylor screamed at the top of her lungs. Her parents’ eyes went wide in momentary shock. Grant took advantage of the opportunity and leapt into his car. The sound of his tires spinning on the sandy driveway was the only sound beside the ocean waves in the night air.
“That is no way to
“Taylor, are you okay? Is there any truth that someone is trying to kill Melanie?” Millie called out.
“Come on, not tonight,” Grant shot back, annoyed at the questions.
Taylor was shocked. She thought for sure Grant would be in front of the camera retelling his heroics over and over again. Magnifying her shock was the fact his hands were staying in respectable locations as well. “I’m fine, Millie. Thank you. And no, no one is trying to kill anyone.”
“Miss Jefferies! Watch out for him. I may not think Trey Everett is good enough for you, but Grant Elliott is a pig,” Cyndi Lu screamed in warning.
“Oink-oink, babe.”
“Really, Grant?” Taylor rolled her eyes as he helped her into his car. “I was almost thinking you were a decent guy.”
Grant shut the door and strolled to his side. “Never think that, babe. I’m not a decent guy. I’ll do anything to keep climbing in this industry.”
“Even suck up to the producer? You may fool others, but I think you’re a nice guy under all that oil,” Taylor teased as he drove her the short distance home.
“Come on. I’ll help you inside. Then I can exploit the fact I was in your house while Trey was gone.”
Taylor shook her head in sympathy. It must be hard to be Grant. It must be exhausting. She saw how much he worked out. She hated to say it, but it was a shallow industry and one of the reasons she hired him was because he looked the part of a Hollywood heartthrob.
“Go on. It’s your reward for being so kind to me tonight.”
Grant stopped in surprise as he helped her to the couch in her living room. “Yeah, and then one of the top running backs in the league will be having a private talk with me. Geez, Taylor. This place is so . . . un-Hollywood.”
“I think homey is the word you’re looking for.” Taylor looked around at the pictures of their friends and the couple over the years. The warm colors and the cozy furniture made the room feel snuggly. Definitely not something you’d imagine after seeing celebrity homes on television.
The normalcy was broken as the front door flung open. Grant turned and blocked her view, but the fake crying told her instantly who it was.
“Oh, baby. My baaaaaby! Don’t worry, Mama’s here.”
The pain Taylor felt in her leg was nothing compared to the anger that managed to push her shaky nerves away. Taylor shot up and wobbled only slightly. Grant steadied her and she advanced on her parents.
“I told you I never wanted to see you again. I told you were no longer welcome anywhere near me. By what right do you think you can just walk into my house?” she asked in a deadly voice.
“But, baby, you took our advice. You’re here with Grant instead of Trey. And when we heard that you were hurt on set, we had to see you. We’ve already worked up an angle to spin it in order to get you and Grant tons of press,” her mother said sweetly as if the last ten years just hadn’t happened.
“As great as that sounds, I’m out. I don’t do parents.” Grant wedged himself out the door and hurried to his car as her father turned to chase after him, trying to pitch them as his managers.
Taylor limped to the open door as her mother continued talking about press conferences and how they’d handle everything. “Here, just sign this managing contract and we can start right now.”
“Get out of my house,” Taylor said softly as she hobbled out to the front porch. Neighbors started to file out of their homes as her father’s pitch to Grant rang through the night.
“And look, you’ll see we already gave you the discounted price of twelve percent,” her mother was saying.
“Enough!” Taylor screamed at the top of her lungs. Her parents’ eyes went wide in momentary shock. Grant took advantage of the opportunity and leapt into his car. The sound of his tires spinning on the sandy driveway was the only sound beside the ocean waves in the night air.
“That is no way to
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