Page 26 of Book Boyfriend
“Knock it off!” I laugh, covering my face with my hands.
The phone buzzes. “Yes?” Luna asks.
“Marcus Montgomery is here.”
“Send him in.”
Marcus walks through the door with a file in his hand and immediately opens it on the desk in front of me.
“Patrick Fenton Fisher, age thirty, born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio. Graduated from Columbia School of the Arts in New York. Started modeling at age eighteen when he was discovered in a Starbucks as a barista. Modeled for Ford, did ads and runways all over the world for years. He’s been in two movies, small roles, numerous commercials, and is currently working on location in Fresno filming twelve episodes of a new series due to be aired onFoxnext season. He travels a lot. As far as a criminal history, he was given community service for public intoxication when he was twenty-one. Other than that, he’s squeaky clean. Too clean if you ask me.”
I fold my arms over my chest and lean forward to look at the file. “So no priors for stalking? No restraining orders?”
“Just because someone hasn’t been arrested for it, doesn’t mean they haven’t done it. He probably hasn’t been caught yet.”
“His initials are PFF.” Luna makes the sound rather than saying the letters. “I like him already.”
“Thank you, Marcus. I really appreciate you doing this for me.”
He nods. “So you know, after you left, the police asked him if he wanted to press charges against us. He said no, but I don’t think he’s done with this. I suggest you still file a restraining order. I don’t think he should be allowed anywhere near you ever again.”
Luna does a double take at him then stares at me. I suddenly feel uncomfortable. I don’t know how I feel about never seeing him again. As if she’s read my mind, Luna speaks.
“Marcus, you’ve done an amazing job these last couple of weeks and I think I can speak for both Macy and myself when we say we’re grateful for everything. The thing is, now that Macy realizes that Fisher is harmless and that this whole thing has been a complete misunderstanding, I think it’s safe to say that, for now, we won’t be requiring your services any longer.”
“What? But—”
Luna walks around the desk and grabs him by the elbow, leading him toward the door. “I will definitely tell Fabian what an outstanding job you’ve done and I promise we’ll call you for any publicity events we have in the future.”
Marcus turns to look at me over his shoulder and I lift my hand and wave at him as I smile awkwardly.
Luna closes the door behind him and leans on it. “Phew.”
“Thank you. But do you really think Fisherisn’ta threat?”
“I think he’s romantic. Who wants safe? A little danger and intrigue is intoxicating.”
I shake my head and sit down at my desk. Clapping my hands together first, I place my hands back on my keyboard. “Okay, so now that this whole mess is finally over, can we just go back to my trying to write and you bugging me about doing it faster?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is. I want to forget any of it ever happened. I want to forget all about him.” Right after I write another book about him.
I’m pretending to enjoy eating carrots for a snack when Brenna knocks at my door. I gaze up at the clock. It’s already after three. This day has flown by.
“Come in.”
“Hi, so, um, are you accepting appointments here?” she asks.
“Appointments? For what?” The cracking sound as I bite into another carrot is louder than I thought it would be. Even my chewing sounds louder now that someone else is in the room. Weird. I continue to type, not even looking at Brenna. I’m on a roll today.
“A lunch meeting, I guess?”
“With who? The producers usually go through Luna.”
“No, not the producers. With the . . . book guy.”
My head pops up and Brenna smiles nervously. “The book guy?”
