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“Oh, so you’re an actress,” Violet asked with interest.
Christian grinned and elbowed me, “See what I mean?”
I laughed along but felt humiliated from my stupid assumption that Violet was insecure because of my fame.
“You have beautiful hair,” she said when I flicked it back in a nervous gesture.
“Thank you.” I was about to walk away but something possessed me to approach Adam. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed completely disinterested in me that gnawed at my vanity.
“You could be in a movie with your looks,” I complimented him.
He gave me a curious look. “As what? The villain?”
Empowered by my alcohol consumption, I played my role full-out, taking a step closer and picking up a strand of his long hair to twirl around my finger. “Maybe, but I think the female audience would much rather see you as the lover.”
The tingling I felt below just from his nearness told me I was right. This man would make women go crazy.
He gave me a dismissive once-over. “Sorry, Claire, I only do private shows and they are intended for a very select audience.” His statement was underlined when he pulled Violet closer to him.
“Cleo,” I corrected him and flashed another one of my large smiles. “Oh well, if you change your mind, I’m sure Hollywood would love you, and I’ll be happy to set you up with the right people.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening.” He shook his head rather rudely and left me feeling ridiculed.
“Come on, Cleo, there’s someone who’s dying to meet you.” With his hand on the small of my back, Christian guided me away from the bar – saving me from the awkward situation.
“What’s his problem?” I asked when we were out of earshot.
Christian stopped and looked at me. “Hey, don’t worry about Adam. Every male in this room would kill to spend a night with you.”
“I think he would kill to avoid it,” I said with a pout.
Christian chuckled. “Not everyone can be a fan. Let it go.”
“I’ll try,” I said, looking back to Violet and Adam just in time to see him cup her face and kiss her passionately.
“Are you okay?” Christian asked.
I nodded.
“You look like you just saw someone wearing the same dress as you,” he teased. “What’s wrong?”
I tore my eyes away from the gorgeous Native and his lucky date. “Nothing is wrong,” I lied with a forced smile.
CHAPTER 1
Port Gamble
11 months later
Chloe
“Keep the change.” With a nod to the taxi driver, I glanced around, pulled my knitted hat down, and adjusted my sunglasses.
No one was looking at me.
In fact, this small town seemed deserted.
With the taxi taking off, I considered for the hundredth time whether I had made a mistake in coming here.
