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there.
    “Where to now?” I ask when he helps me into my seat.
    “I’m not sure, but I’m going to figure it out.”
    He closes the door behind me and walks around to the driver’s side. As soon as he gets in, he hits a contact on his phone and the car fills with the sound of ringing from the Bluetooth.
    “You know I have Cade’s show tonight.” A young guy’s annoyed voice fills the car. “You promised I had the night off—”
    “Michael,” Brody says, interrupting the small tirade, “you’re on speakerphone.”
    It’s totally silent for a moment. When Michael starts speaking again, I can hear the smile in his voice.
    “So Landon is in the car? The Landon?” he asks gleefully.
    I look out the window and try not to blush. I’ve heard Brody talk about his assistant before, but it’s really sweet to know that he’s heard about me too.
    “You understand I can fire you, right?” Brody asks, but there’s no bite in his tone.
    “Please,” Michael snorts. “Do you know how many times you’ve threatened to do that over the last four years?”
    “Clearly not enough,” Brody grumbles under his breath.
    “Yes, well, what can I do for you? I’m literally minutes from walking into the theater, and you know I can’t have my phone on in there.”
    “I need new reservations,” Brody says.
    “What happened to your old ones?” Michael sounds exasperated again.
    “Don’t worry about it. Just get me new ones.” Brody is starting to sound pretty exasperated himself.
    “I need to find new ressies in the twelve minutes before the show starts and it has to fit your criteria?”
    “Yes,” Brody snaps. “This can’t be that hard.”
    “At least one Michelin star, romantic, intimate.” Michael starts listing things off in what I assume is his Brody voice. “And it can’t be somewhere you’ve taken—”
    “Which way am I driving, Michael?” Brody asks loudly.
    A long sigh fills the car through the cell phone speaker. Then Michael says quickly, “Drive towards the Westside. I’ll call you back.”
    The line goes dead, and music fills the car again. Brody pulls out into traffic, and when I turn to look at him, he’s running a hand through his hair in agitation. I need to try to make him feel better.
    “We don’t have to go somewhere special. I’d be totally happy anywhere. I think there’s a Cheesecake Fa—” I can’t even finish the sentence because the look on his face is so mortified. I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
    “OK,” I say gently. “You choose the place.”
    His phone rings again, and as soon as he touches the button, Michael starts talking.
    “Can you make it to The Wilshire in half an hour?” Michael demands.
    Brody glances at the clock and the relatively empty street as we drive down La Brea towards the freeway.
    “Absolutely,” he says.
    “All right, I had to beg them to fit you in and you cannot be even five minutes late, because they have a huge party coming in at nine and if you miss your window you’re out of luck.”
    “OK,” Brody tells him.
    “All right, the little usher holding the door is super pissed at me right now. I have to go—and I’m shutting off my phone for the next three hours , Ashton, so don’t even think of trying to call me.”
    “OK, Michael—” Brody tries to cut him off.
    “Bye, Landon. Have fun!” Michael sings over Brody’s voice.
    I can’t stop my giggle.
    “Bye, Michael. Thanks for your help,” I call back.
    When Brody hangs up he looks over at me expectantly.
    “Is The Wilshire OK?”
    “Honestly, I’m really easy to please.” I smile at him. “And I very rarely get to go to dinner, so The Wilshire sounds awesome. Do you think we’ll be able to make it to Santa Monica in half an hour, though?”
    I glance at the clock on the dash, knowing after months of living in Los Angeles how driving always takes twice as long as you think it will.
    “It’s after rush hour, and I drive pretty fast.” He throws me a cocky