Page 22 of Charmed by You

But love?

No way.

Or at least, not yet.

“You hanging in there?”

Simon looked up to see Trevor approaching with two Styrofoamcups of coffee. Stark Security had sent a team, of course, and Leah and Jasperwere on the other side of the open area, both wearing blue jackets withSECURITY stenciled on the back. He’d hoped that Renly would be workingtoday—after all, he’d once dated Frannie back in his Hollywood stuntcoordinator days—and Simon would have loved to hear Renly’s thoughts on her.

Now he turned to Trevor. “Thanks,” he said, taking thecoffee. “So do you know Frannie? Damien and Ryan said something about you beingtoo known in this world to play her fake boyfriend.”

Trevor’s brows raised. “Is that what you are? A fakeboyfriend?”

“Excuse me?”

The other man shrugged. “I’ve been watching you all day, myfriend. There’s some serious sparks flying between the two of you. Eitheryou’re as good an actor as Frannie is, or something’s going on.”

Simon sighed. “Would that be bad? You know her, right? Sotell me. How much trouble will I be in if I let her under my skin?”

“Seems to me it’s a little too late to be asking that.”

Simon scowled; Trevor wasn’t wrong. “Are you going to giveme grief or answer the question?” He glanced at the line of fans. Only a fewleft, which meant he only had a few moments to get answers.

“Frannie’s a good egg,” Trevor said. “My aunt’s been in theindustry for years. She’s a script supervisor, and she’s worked on a lot offilms with Frannie, and she was on the crew for Bright Eyes, too.”

“Frannie’s break-out show.”

“She always laughs when there’s stuff in the news thatsuggests Frannie is a stuck-up bitch. She says she believes the sexstuff—Frannie seducing her co-stars. I guess the woman’s got control issues.”

“That she does.”

“But the stuff about Frannie being a bitch in general? Noway. Says she’s as professional as they come.” He cocked his head. “Want totell me why you’re asking?”

“Nope.”

Trevor laughed. “Good luck. I get the impression she’s ahandful. I also think she’s probably worth the effort.”

“Thanks. And thanks for hanging. Weren’t you supposed to beoff an hour ago? I thought you were meeting a friend. Going to go be anattendee at the con. Not just a working guy.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Turns out he’s running late.”

“Date?”

“I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed. But, no. He’s straightand just a friend. Ollie McKee.”

“The FBI agent,” Simon said, remembering meeting the man whowas a lifelong friend of Damien’s wife, Nikki. “He had that on-again-off-againengagement for a while, right?”

“Yeah. Before we met, but yeah. I heard about that.”

Simon shrugged. “Maybe he’s ready to move on to you.”

“Don’t tease me, man.”

“Just saying, maybe it’s time you found out for sure.”

Trevor shot him a sideways glance. “I’m serious. Drop it.He’s a good friend. That’s important to me.”

“Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to push. Or pry.” Hell, he hadrelationships on the brain. Or at least, he had Frannie on the brain. He’dtaken a hell of a risk last night. He’d already decided that he wanted her inhis life, but last night…?