Page 37 of Catch Me
My smile widens. “Who hasn’t heard of the up-and-coming associate attorney at Wise & Smith Associates?”
I asked around to get some basic information on Ivy’s friend. While I could’ve taken my question to my family’s private security team, I prefer to do the digging on my own.
My obsession will be the one to tell me all I need to know about her. Just like she started to open up to me while we had lunch in my trailer. Which, of course, is the reason I came up to hike this hill on Saturday morning when I didn’t finish filming until eleven p.m. last night.
“And I’m Scott Stone,” Scott says from behind me, putting on his stage voice.
“You hike up here, too?” Ivy asks.
“I do now,” I reply.
Her eyes narrow but she doesn’t say anything in response to that.
“We’ve been looking for a way to switch up our workout routines.”
“We have?” Scott asks, but then grunts when I elbow him in the stomach.
I turn to him. “You should go ahead and finish the hike. You mentioned needing to get back home for an engagement later on.”
“That’s not until ton?—”
“Great hanging out with you, bud,” I cut him off, turning my attention back on Ivy.
He snickers behind me.
“Welp, I know when it’s my time to make myself scarce,” says Mya, and it’s at this moment, I decide that I like her.
“Come on, Scott … can I call you Scott? How about we finish this walk, and I can convince you why Wise & Smith Associates is better than the firm representing you right now.”
“Mya, where are you going?” Ivy calls out.
But Mya ignores Ivy, looking at me instead. “I trust you will get my best friend home in one piece?”
“Mya!” Ivy calls, but her friend looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“Scout’s honor.”
“Were you a Boy Scout?”
“For five years. I had to let it go once I moved out to Hollywood. I’ll make sure she gets home safe and sound. And fed,” I add, recalling that Ivy said they usually go to breakfast after their walk. Which, I’d already planned on.
Today is the one day I have completely free this week. While it was a pain in the ass to get up early after shooting late last night, I have a feeling it’ll be worth it.
“Were you really a Boy Scout?” Ivy eyes me warily.
“You don’t believe me?”
She shrugs.
I hold up the three fingers of my right hand. “On my honor …” I start reciting the Scout Oath that I still have memorized even ten years after leaving the organization.
“Okay, I believe you,” she says with laughter in her voice.
“Good. So you know you’re in safe hands.”
The expression on her face sobers, her gaze dropping, shielding her eyes from me. I don’t like it.
“Were you honestly here by coincidence?” she asks.
