Hailey liked the feel of her hand in Noah's more than she wanted to admit. He was affecting her. She didn't want that to happen. Having feelings for Noah would complicate things. He looked back at her with a smile. "You ready?""As I'm ever going to be."She wasn't sure what kind of onslaught there would be, but being on the other side of it was interesting. It might make her do her job more gently in the future. Noah shoved the door open and stepped out into the alley behind the lawyer's office. The limousine idled a few feet away. Noah looked around. "Coast is clear."He didn't drop her hand until he pulled open the car door. "Get in."She did as he said, but chafed at the tone. They weren't in any danger."He jumped in behind her. "Step on it."When she looked out the back window a group of young girls was running down the alley toward them. "No paparazzi.""No, but fans anyway," he said. "You could have stopped for them," Hailey said. "They buy your music."He frowned and she kne
Noah stared at the open door. "I'm assuming you didn't leave it that way."She shook her head. "We can call the cops.""They won't come probably," she said. Wow. If even the cops weren't going to show up in this neighborhood then Hailey didn't need to be here either. She was going to be hard to convince, but there was no way Noah was walking away. She couldn't stay here. "How about I call them."She frowned. "Fine, but don't expect much. They won't want to do the paperwork for something that won't be solved.""Have you had break-ins before?" Noah asked. Her gaze traveled to his face. "Yes, and I have nothing of value.""What are they looking for?" Noah asked. "Cash."For drugs, he suspected. Great. "This isn't going to work, but let me call the cops."Noah took a few steps away and pulled out his phone. He didn't know anyone here, but his name should bring the police. If he couldn't use his fame for a good reason, why have it at all? He knew giving his name to the person who answ
Flashbulbs went off and Hailey pulled her face from the window of the limousine. "I think I can get through them," the driver said. "Don't open the gate until you get to it," Noah said. He reached out and squeezed Hailey's hand. She was emboldened by it not that the reporters were a real threat. If they were reputable, they knew the extent of Noah and Hailey's rights. It was unnerving being on the other side of things.They were not allowed on private property even as they stormed the limousine. "Where did you meet?""How long have you been together?"The limousine rocked from the force of the bodies against it. It was Hailey's turn to grip Noah's hand. She'd never done anything like this in her career and she didn't understand the madness. "Do you deal with this all the time?""Reporters are different everywhere. I've never had anyone accost my vehicle like this.""You're not in Tennessee anymore."He grimaced. "So noted."Hailey went back to looking out the window as the limousi
Hailey stepped into her room, flashed Noah a smile then closed the door. If she'd had any idea how her day would end when it began, well, she might not have done anything differently. This house was amazing. As appealing as it was, she shouldn't get used to it. This was a stop. A means to an end. She would be back in her apartment in a few months. Sooner if she could convince Noah it was a good idea. That way lay foolishness, she was sure, but she liked her independence. A soft knock interrupted her musings. She opened the door to see Rochester with her bag. "Miss."She reached out her hand, but Rochester brushed past her and rolled the suitcase into the room. "I can unpack for you, Miss."Her eyes went wide. She didn't need this man to do that. "I'm good. Thanks.""Do you require anything else while I'm here?" Rochester asked. "No, I'm good, thanks."He left and she leaned on the closed door to the bedroom. She probably would live out of the suitcase because she doubted she'd be h
Noah settled at the desk in what he assumed was an office. He didn't need one, but he liked the idea of one. This room had a large oak desk on which he could set his laptop. He did most of his songwriting with pen, paper, and his guitar, but sometimes he jotted notes. He paid his bills and did any telecalls from his laptop in his office at home. Bookshelves lined one wall. A globe sat on a round wooden table. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto an orchard. Noah liked the space and had to give his agent kudos for picking this place. He'd given the man a set of instructions and he'd followed them well. Noah wasn't sure how he was going to broach the subject of Hailey with his mother, but he needed to do it sooner rather than later. He didn't want her to see that picture and hear the conjecture about his relationship with Hailey. She deserved to hear it from him. Even if it wasn't real. He loved his mother and she'd be happy that he was dating. Why was he nervous then? Becau
Hailey had known it was a private conversation, but the warmth Noah had used to talk to his mother had been hard to resist. She'd wanted to bask in his tone. He didn't look angry at her for eavesdropping. He shifted his weight to one leg and leaned on the doorjamb. "Is this how you get your stories?"He had every right to feel betrayed. She should have backed away when she'd first heard him. "Uh, no. I was lost."She had been lost. She couldn't find the dining room where dinner supposedly was being served. Noah's face softened. "Yeah, I get it.""I'm sorry that I overheard part of your conversation," Hailey said. His conversation, the way he spoke to his mother, meant he could be a nice guy. He was probably as good a guy as his reputation spoke of. She'd never met anyone like him. Before she could embarrass herself and say anything Rochester appeared in the hallway. "Dinner is served. If you'll follow me."Hailey couldn't believe her luck. Noah didn't close the door behind him but p
Noah hadn't felt this nervous the last time he made a film, but that time he'd been new to acting. It had been exciting at first then amazingly boring. He wasn't looking forward to the downtime, but he did bring his guitar along to write songs in between filming. On his first film, he'd watched the tedium of resetting the set. Now he had no desire to look or act like a newbie. He wasn't a veteran, but he knew how things worked. Today would be a table read, but there would still be some downtime if the director wanted to begin filming today. Noah hadn't been updated on what was going to happen so he was prepared for anything. "You still have that same guitar? I would have thought you would have bought a new one."Noah looked up to see Cassandra in clothing more appropriate for a Hollywood party than a table read of a film. She never stopped playing a part. He'd never truly known where she ended and her roles began. He wouldn't ever be duped like that again. That's why his fake relat
Hailey groaned when she saw her editor's face on her phone. Martine probably wanted to see if she had any stories about Noah. Hailey had no idea how she was going to tap dance around this. She signed a paper saying she wouldn't write about her new pretend boyfriend. "Hello, Martine."Hailey wasn't looking forward to this conversation. She couldn't outright tell Martine about her agreement with Noah. Instead, she had to keep putting her off. Maybe if she got a scoop on someone else then Martine would forget about Noah. He wasn't as interesting for her line of work because there wasn't a lot of gossip. Everyone had assumed he just hid his dirty laundry well. There wasn't any dirty laundry as far as Hailey could see. The only dirt on him was his breakup with Cassandra. It had been public, but despite that the details in the press were scant. "Hailey. Setting in okay?"Did she know where Hailey was living? She hadn't revealed that to Martine because she didn't think it was any of her b