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.Nobody hates a private jet, five-star hotel suites and first-run Broadway tickets.” Heather was vivacious, enthusiastic and happy doing pretty much anything.Joan was often envious.Samuel’s smile turned speculative.“So, have you asked yourself why she’s still here? Instead of, say, taking in a Broadway play?”“Because she wants to get me to Paris.”“Why should she care if you go to Paris?”Heather hadn’t made a secret of it.“Because I’m an embarrassment to the family.”“You think?”“What else is there to think?”“No walls broken up here,” Heather called from the top of the stairs.Samuel glanced up.“That she’s jealous.”Joan blinked.“Of what?”Samuel just smiled.“It could still be a treasure hunter,” Anthony said as he trotted back down.At the sight of Anthony, Joan’s stomach went tight.He looked so relaxed, so at ease, so unconcerned that they were never going to see each other again.“I’m going to announce there isn’t any money,” she said, striving for the same air of unconcern.“On Charlie Long.I’ll tell the whole world what’s true and what’s fiction.”“I told her it wouldn’t work,” said Samuel.“You’ll only fuel more speculation.” Anthony sounded certain.“I have to do something.” She’d leave for Paris today if she thought it would help.She’d recall every copy of the book if she could.But it wasn’t fair to just sit here and let Samuel’s life spiral out of control.“We could torch the house,” Anthony suggested.“No!” Heather jumped forward.“This is a heritage house.Look at the moldings.Look at the scrollwork—”“I was joking,” said Anthony.Heather scowled.“It wasn’t funny.”“We could do a stakeout,” said Samuel.“Lie in wait and catch them when they come back.”Heather stared at him.“What makes you think they’re coming back?”Samuel gave her a cocky grin.“To get the money.”“I’m in,” said Heather with a rapid nod.Joan sighed.“I have to go to L.A.”“That’s important, too,” said Anthony.“Right,” she said.While Heather helped Samuel fix her sister’s screw-up, Joan herself would be sitting in a green room somewhere, contributing to the effort by sipping champagne.JOAN BATEMAN was destined for greatness.Anthony could see it.Charlie Long could see it.Even the script girl could see it.The other two guests scheduled for Friday’s show got bumped, and Charlie finished the complete hour with Joan.Anthony had never admired her more.And he’d never felt like a bigger fool.He’d blown the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.Charlie thanked and congratulated her.What’s more, he took that extra five minutes to chat with her and introduce her around.She was on her way to the top, all right.Anthony realized he had to find her a new agent before he went back to New York.Off the top of his head, there was Calvin Brick.Of course, he was more of a publicity hound than Anthony.Or Tristan Tremayne.But Tristan was known to sleep with his clients.No way was Anthony pushing Joan toward him when she might be feeling vulnerable.Adrianna Carmichael had handled plenty of bestsellers, but she had burned some editorial bridges, too.That wouldn’t be in Joan’s best interest.Scratch her off the list.His cell phone vibrated in his breast pocket.While Charlie introduced Joan to the producer, Anthony flipped it open, plugging the opposite ear.“Yeah?”“Remind me to move you to a corner office,” boomed Stephen.“She was good,” said Anthony, watching Joan laugh and exchange small talk.The network headed straight into the six o’clock news, and Anthony had to believe a huge audience would have caught the last few minutes of her interview.“She was money in the bank,” said Stephen.The studio audience was still on its feet, craning their necks for a look at her, even though security was trying to usher them into the aisles and out the doors.“I’ll tell her you said so.”“Tell her we’re scheduling a book tour.”“I don’t think so.” Anthony would never be scheduling anything for her ever again.But he wasn’t sharing that bit of information with Stephen until it was absolutely necessary.“You got her on the show,” Stephen reminded him.“And it wasn’t easy,” Anthony pointed out.In fact, it had come at a very big price.Joan disengaged herself from the crowd.For a woman who hated publicity, her eyes were shining under the stage lights.But then her gaze caught Anthony’s, and the glow disappeared.Her smile faded as she started toward him.Something slammed into his guts.“Gotta go.”“Wait—”He shut the phone.“You were very good,” he said when she got within earshot.She was behind the curtain now, and the sound of the crowd died down.She tucked her highlighted hair behind one ear.“Charlie seemed pleased.”“Did he invite you back?”Her eyes narrowed.Anthony held up his hands.“Just making conversation.”“No.” She headed for the hallway to the green room.“He didn’t ask me back [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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