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“I’m glad I have a say in this,” I say under my breath.
He smirks and then leans closer, whispering, “If you’re afraid to be alone with me . . .”
“I’m not scared at all.” I’m fucking terrified.
“Good. It’s a date.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jacob
My phone is blaring for the tenth time, and I know if I ignore it again, my publicist will just keep calling. I love Catherine Cole. She’s amazing at her job, but she’s a pain in my ass.
“Hello, Cat.”
“Oh, well, look who answered his phone. Hello, Jacob. I was starting to worry that once again, you ran out of the country again like when you disappeared for your brother’s wedding without telling me.”
“And face your wrath again? Never.”
She laughs once. “Funny. Now, you have fifteen minutes to prepare yourself.”
I glance out the wall of windows in my tiny shithole, wondering if she’s going to appear out of thin air.
Catherine sighs in exasperation. “I’m not there, dummy. You have a conference call with Noah about scheduling the scenes he wants to reshoot, which you’d know about already if you had answered any calls, texts, or emails.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, fuck. Fuck is a good word because you would have been fucked if I hadn’t covered your ass for not returning emails.”
“I forget about email.”
“Yes, well, we’ll talk about that when we have more time.”
If one were to meet Catherine, they’d think she was a sweet, kind woman with dark brown eyes that seem almost like melted chocolate. What most never realize is that she has fangs, and she bites.
It’s lucky for her that her husband, Jackson, also scares the fuck out of me, so I try not to piss her off. It keeps her fangs tucked away so I won’t get bit . . . and then probably shot.
“It’s why I pay you the big bucks. To keep me on my toes.”
“Yes, I remind myself of that daily. It shouldn’t be a long call, but he had a few concerns for the sequel. It might be nothing, but sinceNavigatordid so well, we needFlight Planto do better, and the trailer is rolling out soon.”
The story of having a success. In this movie, I go up against my nemesis, who happens to be my brother, only I don’t know that. Of course, we leave this movie off on an epic cliffhanger that will leave them panting to find out what comes next.
We are supposed to start shooting the third movie as soon as I’m back.
“Have you read the new script?” Catherine asks.
“I did. Did you?”
She clears her throat. “I am . . . trying, but it’s . . . well . . . horrible.”
“Oh, thank fucking God. I hate it.”
“Me too!”
The two of us launch into a conversation about what a shit job this new writing team did with the third script,Forced Landing.
“I’m going to bring it up to Noah,” I tell her. “If I can’t get through it, there’s a problem.”
