“Do you care?” she asked.
“If it reflects poorly on your image, then the answer is yes.”
“The property is uninhabitable. Like I said, the photo is photoshopped and I’m not dating.”
“Caleb Jackson,” Robert said. “Why does his name sound familiar?”
“Because we were high school sweethearts. I may have mentioned him in passing.”
“He works for the fire department.”
“He’s the fire chief.”
Robert changed the subject. “It looks like you’ll need to install some security stuff, including privacy walls, if you plan to live on the island.”
“I will. Thank you for your concern.”
“There’s no need to be snarky,” he snapped. “Have you run into Cheyenne again?”
“More like, did she corner me again and taunt me by telling me she’s going to be a bigger star than me? If this is your question, the answer is no.”
“You’re in a lousy mood.”
“Actually, I was in a pretty good mood until you called.”
“We seem to bring out the best in each other, don’t we?”
“I guess so. Look, I’m sorry. You know how much I hate the lying tabloids.”
“I do, and for good reason.”
Harlow could tell Robert was on the move, pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth, a sure sign he had something on his mind. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“I…uh, wanted to give you a heads-up I’ll be visiting Mackinac Island for a couple of days.”
“To see Cheyenne?”
“Yeah.”
“For business or pleasure?” she asked.
“I’ll take a phrase from your playbook. Do you care?”
“No. Merely curious.”
“Both. We are dating but I also want to talk business with her.”
Harlow picked at the tip of her fingernail, contemplating whether she should mention Cheyenne’s acting debut. Throwing caution to the wind, she blurted out, “Did her commercial make the cut?”
“It did.”
“Congrats. We both know it’s the first stepping-stone to bigger and better offers.”
“Absolutely. She’s a little sensitive about it, this being her first time and all. I figured I would come to town for the airing.”
“It’s hitting the little screen soon and you’ll be here for moral support?”
“Pretty much.”
