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of the new show, at the actual audition. Nor that he was already lining up otherroles on the advice of his movie-star wife. Either her agent was totally incompetent, or the studio was playing mind games.
    Yoandy continued to smile at Candace. It was a very natural, sexy smile. She made herself look at him from the corner of her eye, like when you tried to catch a glimpse of the sun during an eclipse. She probably should have been creeped out by this guy, who was most likely in a relationship, coming on to her so strong. And yet, she could somehow tell that he wasn’t exactly doing that. It was just his natural charm, his unguarded reaction to Candace. Or maybe he had so much charisma that it couldn’t be contained, even by the shackles of whatever it was he might have going on with this Kay .
    Kay Alexander. Candace didn’t know who the girl was, but already she couldn’t stand her.

PAOLO
CHEVY MALIBU, FRIDAY, JUNE 5
    As things turned out, Meredith didn’t wait very long to make her move.
    The call arrived while Paolo was driving his housemate Candace to a TV studio in Culver City. She’d loaned her own car to Grace, whose team had a beach volleyball match. Paolo allowed no more than a quick glance at his cell phone before he slipped it back into his shirt pocket. Just enough to see who was calling.
    Meredith.
    He turned to Candace. “Would you hate me if I just drop you off? Could you maybe get another ride home . . . ? One of the tennis pros had to cancel on a student. He’s wondering if I’d take his lesson. But I’d have to bail on you.”
    Candace groaned. “Fine, be that way, but if you won’t support me on the way up, don’t expect any invitations to red carpet events.”
    â€œYou without a date for a red carpet event?” he said. “Never gonna happen.”
    â€œHmm,” she mused. “You have a point.” The car pulled up to the parking lot of the TV studio. Unfastening her seat belt, Candace groaned, “Go teach your lesson,” but then her lips revealed a smile. “I bet you’re real popular with the Friday-night crowd. Then after, maybe you’ll take one of them out for a drink, am I right? Maybe they’ll suggest a hotel?”
    Normally, Paolo would have laughed it up. Now though, Candace’s accusation held a little too much truth. If the request had really been for a tennis lesson—from just about anyone—he’d have turned it down. But with Meredith, Paolo sensed that “no” wasn’t on the table. So he said nothing. Candace opened the passenger door. Her joking expression had vanished. She looked a little concerned.
    â€œHey, King, everything okay? You seem a little antsy.”
    He forced himself to smile. “I want to hang out with you. But the truth is, I need the money.”
    â€œGot it, good deal.” Candace moved away from the car and waved good-bye. “Don’t stay out too late, y’hear?”
    Paolo was already reversing the car. He grabbed his cell phone and plugged in a set of earbuds. Then he touched the phone screen, returning the last call.
    â€œHello, gorgeous,” said Meredith’s silky voice. “Where are you? I’m in the mood for a drive.”
    â€œA drive? Where to?”
    â€œWe’ve got an adorable little cabin in the pines, up in Malibu Creek. My husband’s away for the night. I’d love to take you down there.” He heard the anticipation in hervoice. “Or rather, to have you take me down there. I’ve had a little too much Pinot. It’s better if you drive.”
    â€œYou want me to spend the night?”
    â€œIt’s perfectly safe, Paolo. The place is in the middle of nowhere. My husband is in Sacramento until Sunday. Now stop being a baby and come pick me up at the club.”
    Pursing his lips, Paolo ended the call. He turned back onto Venice Boulevard, heading north. Ten seconds later, the