“Yes. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Thanks, Kate. As always you’re the best.” They said goodbye and hung up.
Beau turned to face him. “It’s like I told you the other night. Everyone wants a piece of us.”
Mark shrugged off his own cynical thoughts. “No matter how demanding they are, let’s remember that we’re here to make their day because they donated to Teens on Target.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
Beau’s reassurance should have soothed Mark’s worries, but knowing Beau as he did, they didn’t. Mark turned off the car and they made their way down the tree-lined sidewalk.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Allie stared longingly at the three pizzas lining the counter. The cooking staff had prepared them for the photographers to shoot, and the smell was unbelievable. Who knew pears and blackberries could go on a pizza? This adventure had already taught her all sorts of things about the world beyond the diner walls. She couldn’t believe she was going to have lunch with some of the hottest men on the planet.
Speaking of superstars …
Allie ran her hand over her silky locks. The makeover session had been fun. They didn’t try to cut her hair, but added a shine spray to what she’d done with a flat iron that morning. With a brushing of mineral powder and a lip stain that was supposed to last through eating a pizza, she’d been pronounced ready to meet Mark, Beau, and Anthony.
Her stomach tumbled.
A beautiful woman with a baby bump came through the front doors. She moved like a model, all poise and posture, heading straight for Kate. George put his phone in his back pocket. She’d given him the silent treatment when he offered to see how long that lip stain could really last.
“All right.” Kate lifted her hands to get their attention.
Allie sat up taller.
“What we’re looking for here is a big entrance. Can you do the whole scream and flutter your hand bit?” she asked Allie.
Allie made a face. “Are you for real?”
“I can tell it’s not your MO, but this video will be used to raise awareness for Teens on Target. A little theatrics can go a long way.” Allie thought of the kids who had painted her building. They’d given up a Saturday to beautify Atlanta, and for her—even if they didn’t specifically
know her. The least she could do was flutter. “Yeah—I mean, if it will help the kids.”
Kate relaxed. “Thanks. The guys are almost ready.” She took two steps away and pressed her phone to her ear.
George rubbed his hands together. “This is gonna be epic.” He glanced over her and licked his lips.
You’re a pig. Allie stuffed her hands in her pockets. At least, she tried to stuff her hands in her pockets. The tight jeans made it a struggle. She offered up a quick prayer that the extra hotel room had been made available. Turning to the pregnant woman who had taken a seat at the nearest table, Allie said, “Hi.”
“Hello.” Her words had a soft accent to them, making her sound as exotic as she looked.
“I hope I look as good as you when I’m pregnant,” Allie blurted. “Thank you. Are you married?”
“Me? Oh no. I mean, I was, but he turned out to be a tool.” “Really?” The woman cocked her head.
“Yeah. Anytime I wanted to throw money away, I used him. Well, more like he used me.” She paused. “Maybe I was the tool.”
“No way—you’re too good for the likes of him.” The beauty flicked her hand as if flicking away Reed.
If only getting rid of him had been that easy. “Enough about me—tell me about this little one—boy or girl?”
“I haven’t found out.” She leaned in, drawing Allie closer with a wave of her hand. “To tell you the truth, I’m scared to death to be a mom.” Allie placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re going to be a great mom.” She blinked. “You’re just saying that because you are good. You don’t know.”
Allie laughed. “I do too know. You’re kind. That’s one of the biggest requirements.”
