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would just be better to start temping for a little while.
    " It sounds like you’ll be paid well," her mom said. "That’s always a plus."
    " I can’t believe." Robin was fumbling in her purse, pulling out her iPhone. "I have to text Kaitlyn!"
    " No!" Sky snapped. "Put that away. Don’t say anything."
    Robin widened her eyes. "Oooh, is it super top secret? Are they going to pick you up in a black SUV and make you wear a blindfold?"
"No! I just...I don’t need you blabbing this to everyone. I haven’t even gotten the job yet. I don’t want you to start some rumor about some job that I might not even have."
    " Okay, okay," Robin said, dropping the phone back into her handbag. "But you have NO IDEA how awesome this is! And how totally jealous I am."
    " Can we talk about something else now?" Sky asked. "Anything. Even how shitty I look. That would be fine with me."
    Her mother smiled. "You could try dabbing a little concealer under your eyes to help with the dark circles."
    Sky took a deep breath and forced a smile.
     
    After brunch, Sky went back to her apartment and opened her laptop. She googled Joshua Davis, and didn’t find much information, except what IMDB had of the two movies he’d starred in, and then a few alarmingly obsessive fan pages. It wouldn’t have surprised her to learn that Robin was the owner of one of them.
    He was certainly handsome, in smoldering, pensive sort of way. In one of the movies, his hair had been long enough to gel back and bleach blond. His natural hair color appeared to be dark brown. His eyes were light blue, the color of shallow tropical water. There were only a few photos, and then a couple stills from the movies. From what she gleaned, he was at the brink of being a bona fide A-list celebrity when he all but disappeared. People speculated he’d had a mental breakdown, a sex change, had decided to take up building wooden Shaker boxes by hand in a remote cabin without running water. On the site joshuadaviswatch.com, fans sent in possible sightings and clues to his whereabouts. Most, it seemed, agreed he was somewhere in the Oakland Hills, holed up in a mansion that was well-guarded by a pack of vicious Rottweilers.
    Sky looked at the phone number, which she’d laid on her desk, next to her pencil box. She looked at her computer screen, at the face staring back at her. She picked up her phone and took a deep breath. Dialed the number.

Chapter 5
     
    " This is Conner."
    He picked up on the first ring, which Sky had not been expecting. "Um, yes, hello?" she said.
    " Yes, this is Conner," he replied, a slightly testy note sneaking into his voice.
    Sky swallowed. "Hi. My name is Sky..."
    " Sky? I don’t know a Sky. Can I help you with something?"
    She took a deep breath, feeling nervous all of a sudden. This was not going how she had planned, she was not making the spectacular first impression that she had hoped. "My name is Sky Sanders. I was given your number. Aidan Monahan, the owner at Prelude , gave this phone number and said that..."
    " Oh, Sky !!" The voice on the other end suddenly swelled with enthusiasm and she could practically hear the smile on his face. "Sweetie, I’m sorry, I’ve had a hell of a morning. You wouldn’t even believe it if I started to tell you. Yes, yes, I talked to Aidan and he told me to be expecting your call. So you’re interested in the job?"
    Sky opened her mouth but nothing came out. "Yes," she said finally. "Yes, I am."
    " Okay, great. I’m actually in the city right now, running a few errands. I’m in the Castro. Can you meet me at Café Flore in, say, forty-five minutes? I’m apt to slap the next person who looks at me wrong if I don’t get a latte."
    " Sure, I can do that."
    " Excellent. Now, I know this is kind of an impromptu interview, and I usually don’t like to put people on the spot, actually, that’s a lie, I love seeing people squirm, but really, come as yourself. No need to get all dolled up. Think of this like a first