Page 27 of The Golden Scoop

“A rom-com in the works.”

“Shut up.”

My phone rings again.

My man

Whatever you’d prefer, Mills.

Don’t call me that.

Send me the details.

My man

It’s a surprise. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, you don’t have to come to set.

I hope for your sake that you’re not coming up with another fake Matt Hunt layer to add to your already crafted persona.

“You sure text a lot for something that’s for work.”

“I thought we said no office talk during our dinners,” I say, trying to get her off my back.

“You were the one on your phone.”

Right on cue, it goes off again. Does this man not have anything better to do?

“Give me a minute. I’ll deal with him.”

My man

Wow, you wound me, Mills.

Good.

My man

If I’d fabricated someone, he’d be way cooler than me. I’d go under the alias Mateo Hunter… sounds badass.

I stifle a laugh and Olivia brings her full attention back to me.

Mateo sounds like he runs a drug cartel and owns three tigers.

My man

The tigers were a mistake. It’s why he’s missing an arm.

I’m already regretting this.

My man

You’ll be thanking me tomorrow.

For what?

My man

For the kind of ‘outing’ you won’t be able to stop thinking about.