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“Are you heading home from LAX?” she asks.

I was on my private jet at five this morning after three nefarious days in Sin City. Technically, I was there to work, but at night, all bets were off.

“I just walked into the office.” I round the desk and take a seat. “There’s too much for me to catch up on to waste time in traffic. Not to mention, I have to head out to a meeting with the agency in a couple of hours.”

“I gather you haven’t checked social media?” Valerie asks.

“No.”

“What about the entertainment news?”

“No.”

“The newspapers?”

“No! What’s going on, Valerie?”

“You might need to hire a new publicist. Fast!”

The former publicist who had been with me forever, hung up her PR boxing gloves to become a full-time mom upon the arrival of her fifth child. After a month of working with her replacement, I couldn’t handle the woman’s overdramatic nature and bitchy attitude. I fired her ass.

“Why?” I ask.

“I was about to turn off the TV as I was rallying my three rambunctious boys to get them into the SUV so I could drop them off at school, when the news broke.”

“What news?”

“It has to do with…”

“Spit it out, Valerie.”

“It has to do with a woman you were with while you were in Vegas. The radio host was going on about it. Apparently, it’s spreading all over social media like wildfire.”

I frown into the phone. “The media has a shit fit because I was with a woman? It must’ve been a slow news night for them to focus on something as mundane as two people hooking up.”

“It’s more than that, Beckett. You’re going to need an expert who’s able to reframe this delicate situation before it turns into a blood bath.”

“Delicate situation? Blood bath?”

“It seems you pissed off someone with a lot of weight and leverage.”

I flash back to my time in Vegas, my thoughts scrambling to make sense of what Valerie just divulged. I’m stumped.

“None of this makes any sense, Valerie!”

“Turn on your computer and do a search.”

I do just that.

I secure the phone between my shoulder and my ear. With quick fingers, I type my name in the search bar.

“What the hell?”

Screaming headlines flash on my screen.

It’s never a good thing when you see BREAKING NEWS! in front of your name on countless results.

‘BECKETT CHRISTENSEN STOLE MY DAUGHTER’S VIRGINITY!’

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