Hopefully, he wouldn’t and accepted it in the spirit it was given…with love.
She ran to her room to plug her cell phone into the charger when she noticed she’d missed calls from Janice, both within half an hour of each other. “Uh-oh. Now what?” Harlow promptly dialed her number.
Janice answered right away. “Harlow, thank you for calling me back.”
“You’re welcome. Mort and I were taking a walk. What’s up?”
“Did you listen to my voicemail messages?”
“No.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have a potential PR nightmare on our hands,” Janice said.
Chapter 22
Harlow switched her phone to her other ear. “What sort of PR nightmare?”
“The worst kind…family drama,” Janice said.
“Great. What has Robert done now?”
“This wasn’t Robert’s doing. Where are you?”
“Home. At my father’s cottage.”
“Are you close to your computer?”
“I am.” Harlow began making her way toward her laptop. “I have my laptop up and open.”
“Do you know where Robert is right now?”
Harlow’s stomach churned. “Seriously…what stunt has he pulled?”
“He hasn’t, at least as far as I know, although it involves your lunch meeting yesterday.”
“When we discussed the upcoming movie project.”
“And argued about Derrick Flynn?” Janice pressed.
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it arguing. I’ll admit it wasn’t the most pleasant conversation. I pinned him down about when he found out Flynn had signed onto the same movie deal.”
“I figured as much. It appears a rag magazine has sent one of its guys to Mackinac Island to keep tabs on you. He was somewhere in the vicinity when you were discussing Flynn.”
“Great.” Harlow braced herself. “How bad is it?”
“Pretty bad. I think you should see for yourself.”
“Standby.” She typed her name in the search bar and hit the enter key. Up popped story after story. At the top was a grainy photo of Harlow and Robert seated across from each other at the restaurant.
Without even clicking on the photo, Harlow recognized the look on her face—a mixture of aggravation and irritation. “I found it. This must have been when Robert admitted to knowing about Derrick being cast in the role opposite me.”
“Scroll down a little and you’ll discover the snoopy reporter elaborated on the conversation, even mentioning Flynn by name.”
“Wonderful,” Harlow said sarcastically. “He and his publicist are going to read this if they haven’t already.”
“Everyone in the biz knows what a pain Flynn is. I’m hoping that by the time you arrive on the movie set, this will be old news.”
Harlow clicked away from the story. “I guess I had better watch what I say and do while out in public.”
