Peyton swore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The rain was pouring down and drenching her to the bone. Rivulets ran down her neck and under her shirt, not that her shirt wasn’t already wet through. She gripped the lug wrench and pulled, willing the nut to loosen so she could replace the tire and get the hell off the side of the road. All she wanted to do was go home and sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine and a good book. She did not want to be stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire in the pouring rain after the shitty day she had already had. It’s not that she hated her job, but ever since her ill-advised YouTube drunken rant, nobody was making her life easy. She saw the snide looks and heard the barely contained sniggers when she’d walked in that morning. Thankfully none of the kids knew anything about the incident and once she was in her costume, none of the parents did either. Dressing up as Wonder Woman was meant to be empowering, but today it just felt like an exc
Finn saw the stranded car and the blinking hazard lights before he saw the woman. He probably wouldn’t have stopped except that she looked so…pitiful. She was sitting in a muddy puddle wet to the skin and looked about ready to burst into tears with a moment’s provocation. He slowed and pulled over, coming to a stop behind her car, and contemplated the situation. She had a flat tire and it looked like she had been trying to get the wheel nuts loose. Her spare sat beside the car ready to go and the lug wrench was still attached to the wheel nut. He opened the door and stepped out into the rain. He quickly pulled on his waterproof jacket, although the summer heat made it uncomfortable. He locked his car and walked over to where the woman was sitting. She looked up at him and blinked resolute blue eyes at him. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her. “Do you need some help?” he asked. “Thank you Captain Obvious,” she muttered and he raised an eyebrow at her. “I
Of all the people to stop and help her, it had to be him. Peyton couldn’t believe that ‘Uncle Finn’ from the hospital had been the only person in all of the city and surrounding suburbs who would pull over to help someone in distress. When she had first walked into Riley’s room and saw him sitting there, her traitorous body had perked up. When she found out that he wasn’t Riley’s dad but his uncle, all her girl parts cheered. She had even flirted with him a bit. And then Riley had commented that ‘Uncle Finn’ was only there to perv on the nurses. Of course, he was. Hadn’t she learned that men were all the same? Had the whole Dale saga taught her nothing? Peyton pulled her car into the underground parking garage and found a place to park. Her building didn’t have its own parking and she paid a tidy sum to walk two blocks to her apartment, but at least her car was safe. With a sigh she climbed out of the car, grimacing at the mess she had made on the front seat. She would need to co
She had managed to rouse herself enough to crawl to the bathroom and have a bath without drowning in it. Now she was in bed with her iPad and extensive library of ebooks, hiding from the world and getting lost in the sweet, sweet love of imaginary people. The very last thing she wanted to do was to get dressed and go out. Even if it was the hottest new club around. “Come on,” Mia said, dragging the covers off Peyton. “I have VIP passes to Vibe. V. I. P. Do you know what that means?” She went on without waiting for Peyton to answer. “It means sitting in the VIP section. It means not having to fight for a seat. It means having a waitress bring your drinks to you instead of fighting for attention at the bar. Come on Peyton! We can’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! We don’t even have to line up outside the club to get in!” “I don’t want to,” Peyton whined. “I’ve had enough people-ing today.” Mia sat down on the bed with a huff. “You know that you’re letting h
Finn sat in the corner and watched as Liam worked the room. He didn't want to be there but Liam had needed a wingman - or so he said. In Finn’s opinion, Liam was doing fine all by himself. A waitress set a beer down in front of him with a wink before sashaying away. What did it say about him - the ultimate player - that he didn't even feel a spark of interest? Was he getting old? He sipped his beer and looked around the club. The vibe was new and trendy but as he took in the women, they all looked to be about twelve. God. He was getting old. He mentally shook his head. What was happening to him? He was not even thirty and he was living a life that most guys dreamed of. He knew for a fact that some guys would do anything to live a week in his shoes; they emailed him constantly asking for just that and offering to pay obscene amounts of money for his one-on-one consulting. Unfortunately for Finn, the whole thing had begun to feel empty. It wasn't so much that he didn't en
He managed to move closer, within earshot. The music wasn't so loud in the VIP section that you couldn't have a conversation. He knew it wouldn't be long before she was approached by an eager male and he wanted to see just what she would do in that situation. It didn't take long until the first poor sucker approached. Finn felt an anticipatory glee for what he was sure would be a blood bath. “Hey I noticed your glass was empty—” it wasn’t “—so I thought I’d bring you a refill.” The guy sat down opposite her and slid a fruity umbrella drink across the table to her. The drink she had yet to finish was in a tumbler and was clear with a slice of lime. If Finn had to guess, he would say it was vodka or gin. “Thanks but I don’t—” “So, do you come here often? I know the owner, so I’m here a lot, but I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “No, I—” “Yeah. Me and Scott, we’re like this.” He held up two fingers, crossed. Finn rolled his eyes. He was pretty s
She smiled at him, a genuine smile even if he was being cheesy. “I believe you were introduced to me as Uncle Finn.” She watched as his eyes narrowed in concentration before widening as recognition dawned. “Wonder Woman?” She nodded once and then looked away, embarrassed. She enjoyed filling in for Brandi while she was pregnant, but it wasn’t exactly a career that garnered a lot of respect. “That’s…kinda cool,” he said, his cheeks creasing with a grin. “I prefer the red,” he said, leaning forward to pick up a lock of her hair. Her breath shortened and her pulse picked up. He let the curl slide between his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. It suddenly felt hot in the club and her cheeks flushed… maybe not just her cheeks. His eyes held hers and she felt drawn to him. She may have even leaned forward a little without conscious thought. “Hey,” Mia said, flopping down beside her and breaking the spell that Finn had woven around them. Peyton sat back
“You’re doing the right thing,” Cassie said as the makeup artist brushed a final layer of powder on Peyton’s face. Peyton didn’t agree with Cassie’s assessment. “I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Cassie planted her hands on her hips and glared at Peyton. “I am in PR, remember?” Cassie said. “You need to nip this in the bud before it gets any worse. You’re already a meme for god’s sake.” Oh yeah, that had been a nice little heads-up from Chloe. The fucking In Like Finn Facebook page had started the damned thing, but at least it wasn’t just Peyton. They had put one up of Dale’s new wife too. Her video reply to Peyton’s hadn’t had quite the reach, but it was certainly enough to keep the story alive. This was why Peyton found herself in a makeup chair at four in the morning waiting to go on and be interviewed by Butch and Sunnie on Wake Up, Australia - a breakfast television program that was more tabloid than news these days. Why they thought her situation was wort
6 months later“Are you ready for this?” Anthony asked as they stood outside the courtroom. Talia nodded and gripped Parker’s hand. The judge had called them back in for the verdict on Mark’s trial and she couldn’t deny she was nervous. The weeks spent preparing for the trial and then sitting through the witness statements and being cross-examined by an aggressive defense attorney who made her out to be some sort of diva and ungrateful bitch who was somehow ripping off the father who had done everything for her had taken its toll. And the media beat-up was just as bad. However, not all the media had been on her father’s side. Talia had discovered she had far more supporters than she’d thought. Her fans—the true fans—had gathered in force to support her and she loved them for it. Not enough for her to consider going back into acting, but enough that going through the trial had been bearable. But if not for the constant and unwavering support of Parker, Talia didn’t think she woul
Parker rolled his eyes as he took her hand and stood. “Seal the deal?” “Isn’t that what you said earlier?” He shook his head, his grin still in place. “No, I said celebrate.” “Okay, good. Let’s do that then.” Parker grabbed her and lifted her up, making Talia squeal. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. Stumbling, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed with a flourish, making her squeal again. “I feel like we need champagne and strawberries or something,” Parker said, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. “You mean like pouring champagne in my belly button and licking it out?” Talia asked, lifting her shirt to reveal her navel. Parker cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm…that’s something to think about for a later celebration,” he said. Talia pouted. Parker held up his hands. “I don’t have any champagne on hand,” he protested. “Then I’ll just have to
“You called Isaac,” Parker said when he walked into the apartment. Talia looked up at him and bit her lip. “I did,” she said. “But before you get mad, I didn’t say anything about what happened. And I did it because I knew you wouldn’t say anything to defend yourself.” Parker sighed. “I’m not mad,” he said, walking over to where she was seated, working on her miniature diorama. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m grateful. Thank you. What you said to Isaac helped.” Talia grinned up at him. “So, they’re going to let you do the article?” Parker nodded. “They are.” “That’s so great,” Talia replied. “So it all worked out.” Parker pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. “Things have worked out for me, but what about you? What are your plans now? Without Mark controlling your every move, you can do anything you want.” Talia dropped her head and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I wan
Talia pulled back from the kiss. “Don’t you think it was pretty selfish of me not to sacrifice myself for you?” she asked. “No,” he said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “What you did wasn’t selfish, it was survival. There’s a difference. Me expecting you to sacrifice yourself for my job would have been selfish. Are you doing what you need to in order to survive? Not selfish. Not in the slightest.” “It feels selfish,” she mumbled, leaning her forehead against his. “I feel like I need to do something to make it up to you.” Parker cupped her face. “Talia,” he whispered. “This is not some quid pro quo thing. There will be times when you will save me. I have no doubt about it. That’s how relationships work. It’s swings and roundabouts. There is no big tally sheet in the sky and nobody is keeping score.” “I just don’t want you to feel resentful—” Parker cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss. “How could I be resentful of the fact that I get to have you in my l
“She’s asleep,” Parker said, coming into the living room from his bedroom where Talia had finally succumbed to sleep. He slumped onto the couch beside Stephen and laid his head on his father’s shoulder. Anthony looked over at him from where he was sitting, going through some paperwork on his laptop, and Carter paced, not able to sit still. “I take it the article came out,” Parker said. “Yeah,” Carter replied with a sigh as he raked his hand through his hair. “It’s going to do us some damage,” Parker said. “Maybe,” Carter said with a shrug. “Maybe not.” Parker frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “It gets your name out there,” he replied. “It will drive people to your blog.” “Fucking hell, Carter,” Parker exploded, jumping to his feet. “Seriously? You think this is a good thing?” “I didn’t say that,” Carter replied. “I just said it wasn’t necessarily damaging to us.” “And what about Parker asked. “The article would have tanked that de
Anthony had filed a police report as soon as he arrived in the city. “Their hands are tied,” Anthony said with a sigh. “There is no evidence of force and as she recently hid from the public because of a scandal, we have nothing to say she isn’t doing it again because of the latest issue.” “But can’t they force her to at least speak with them? To check that she’s okay?” Parker asked. “As far as they’re concerned, she has just gone into hiding again,” Anthony reiterated. “Until we have something to say otherwise, they can’t do anything. This has the potential to be a high-profile case because of who she is, so if they make a big deal about it and it turns out to be something innocent, it might blow up in their faces.” “That’s bullshit,” Parker growled, pushing up from his seat to pace around the room. He hated that he was sitting there doing nothing while Talia was trapped in her father’s house. It was torture to know where she was and yet not be able to get to
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Talia said. After Mark’s big reveal the night before, Talia had been left to sleep off the effects of the sedative he’d given her. The fucking bastard. He’d locked her door so she couldn’t get out and the window was too far from the ground for her to escape that way. Not without breaking something, anyway. Which Talia wouldn’t have minded, except with the way she’d been feeling, the thing that got broken might very well be her head, and she was kind of attached to it being in one piece and remaining on her shoulders. So Mark had stalked her and Parker and then kidnapped her and drugged her and imprisoned her and he was under the impression that he was perfectly within his rights to do so. “I’m doing this for you,” Mark said. “Your mental health is at stake here.” “The only threat to my mental health is your arsehole behavior,” Talia snapped. They were sitting in the sunny kitchen at the table and Mark was trying to pretend that it
Carter clicked his fingers. “The original photos, the ones that were taken when you took her out to look at the miniature street art.” Carter turned to Parker. “You were in some of those photos. Your face was blurred, but that could have been done after the fact.” “So he’s been following me?” Parker asked. “You and Carter. Both would be my guess,” Jack said. “So he’s been following us, but how did he know I was sending a car to pick her up?” Parker asked. “Have you noticed anyone following you?” Carter asked. Parker shook his head and then paused. “What?” Carter asked. “What’s that look?” “It’s probably nothing,” Parker said. “Just say it,” Carter said. “I was speaking to Talia just before I went into the meeting he said. “When I hung up from the call, I bumped into a guy…you don’t think…nah. It can’t be. This isn’t some espionage movie.” “Could he have overheard your conversation?” Jack asked, leaning back in his chair and looking up
Parker was on a high. By all accounts, Atticus was on board with his proposal. Isaac just wanted to check in with the rest of the band before giving him a definitive answer. That was fine with Parker. Things would go much more smoothly if everyone was in agreement. The last thing he wanted was a hostile environment and if any of the members had misgivings about the proposal, then he would walk away. It would hurt, but he would do it. For this to work—for everyone involved—there had to be open communication and a willingness to participate. Without that, Parker may as well give up now. He climbed into his car, cursing the parking ticket and flapping on his windscreen. Getting out again, he grabbed it from under the windscreen wiper and shoved it into his glove compartment. The Playbook could pay for that. It was the price of doing business, after all. He turned the music up loud as he navigated through the heavy traffic toward his apartment building. He couldn’t wait to tell Ta