“Hey.” Harlow stopped her. “I have a quick favor to ask.”
“Ask away.”
“Robert has a new protégé. Her name is Cheyenne Clifton. She recently filmed a commercial. It hasn’t been released and is stuck in review.”
“Because it sucks and will never see the light of day?” Janice joked.
“It’s possible. I was wondering…”
“If I could get my hands on a copy? Consider it done. I have my sources.”
“Which is why I’m asking. Could you please keep it on the down low? I don’t want it getting back to Robert.”
“My lips are zipped,” she quipped. “You’ll have it by the end of the day.”
“Thanks, Janice. You’re the best.”
“Right back atcha,” her publicist replied. “Good luck with the tree complaint.”
“Thanks.” Harlow ended the call and waved her phone in the air. “I’ll have a copy by the end of the day.”
“It pays to have connections.” Caleb, with Harlow at his side, reached the top of the incline. They stepped onto the dirt path and walked deeper into the woods. “You should seriously consider adding motion-detector lights to the back of your house.”
“Already in the works.”
“What about a fence? You mentioned constructing a mini-fortress to keep curiosity-seekers, fans, and wackos off your property.”
“This was my original plan but I’ve changed my mind.”
Caleb’s brows knitted with concern. “I’ve read the stories. People have tried scaling the walls around your homes trying to get to you.”
“Some succeeded, including a guy who made it past security at our condo in Palm Beach. The cops found he had all sorts of fun devices in his backpack.”
“I don’t see the humor,” he said. “Now, I really am worried.”
“It isn’t funny. It’s scary as all get out. However, I’m paying big bucks for my view. I don’t want to block it with an ugly brick wall and electric gate. I have a plan.”
“What?”
“To get a furry protector, maybe even a German Shepherd.”
“A good choice. Let’s say a determined intruder makes it past your dog, then what?”
“I’ll shoot them.”
Caleb cast her an amused side glance. “When’s the last time you shot a gun?”
“When I was a teen. Dad taught me.”
“Do you own a gun?”
“I do.”
He grew quiet, contemplating her answers. “What if you don’t hear them breaking in and don’t have time to go for your gun?”
“I’m installing shatter-proof windows top to bottom. All doors will be reinforced. I’m also installing a state-of-the-art security system.” Harlow slowed. “I appreciate your concern, and I’m well aware of what I need to do to stay safe. Having said that, I refuse to live like a prisoner in my own home. A last resort will be hiring Vic or another security guard to protect me.”
“I’m sorry if I sound pushy. I’m concerned about your safety, that’s all.”
