He looked closely at that one. It wasn’t hard to see what she saw in him. His golden-blond hair made him look like a quintessential California surfer dude. He wondered if Mia still loved him.
He poked around more sites, finding many photos of Mia and Wesley, eventually landing on a message board. It was filled with lewd comments that made him want to hunt the creeps down, one by one, and lay them flat. For his own sanity he left the page and continued reading about Mia on the celebrity sites.
He heard a sound at his door and whipped around.
Molly leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, brow quirked. “Stalking our guest, brother dear?”
He scowled and closed out the internet, his face heating. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.”
“I came down for tea and saw your light on. You have the morning shift, you know.”
He closed the laptop. “I’m well aware.”
“So... learn anything new? She’s nice, don’t you think?”
He gave her a look.
“What? She is nice. It’s kind of surprising the way she fits in around here. And I think she likes you.”
The bubble of hope that expanded inside him was pathetic. Just pathetic. “Butt out, Molly.”
She came into the room and plopped down on his bed with her mug of tea.
“Or come in and make yourself comfortable.”
“So defensive. One might think I’ve hit a sore spot.”
“There’s nothing going on between Mia and me. We’re playing roles for the media, that’s all.”
She blinked, all innocence. “And all that rolling around on the floor I interrupted yesterday?”
He’d known that was going to come back to haunt him. He opened his mouth to defend himself.
“Not that I’m complaining, mind you. You could do worse than Mia Emerson, you know.”
He rolled his eyes. “Life isn’t a fairy tale, Molly. She’s a celebrity. And she’s going back to LA in a matter of days.”
“Sounds as if you’ve thought this through.”
He gave her a dark look.
“All right, all right. If you don’t want to talk about it, fine. Far be it from me to force an issue. I just wanted to say, in case it matters, I think she’s interested in you too. We had a nice little talk out back today.” She stood and turned for the door. “But if you don’t want to hear what she said I totally respect that.”
He knew when he was being toyed with. Even so he couldn’t help himself. “All right. Fine. What’d she say?”
Molly turned, took a slow sip of her tea. “Oh, you want to talk about it now, do you?”
He gave a low growl.
Molly chuckled. “You’re so easy, Levi. All right, I’ll be nice. She said you’re amazing. She said you’re movie star handsome, and she said that you’re ‘very special.’”
His pulse fluttered as heat rushed through him. “Is that all?”
Her brows popped up. “Isn’t that enough?”
Actually, it was. Those were some nice compliments in there. Good kisser would’ve been nice, but he’d take what he could get.
Molly shook her head and headed toward the door. “Good night, Levi.”
