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“Nothing,” he grits out. “Go answer your phone before Bobbi sends the cops over to check if you’re alive.”

Not that he’d do something that drastic, but I have no idea how long he’s been calling me. I run the rest of the way, but by the time I reach my phone, the call has gone to voicemail. I check the log and grimace. Bobbi has called multiple times, and so did Gene’s office. It’s too early for my agent to be calling me, but not for his assistant.

Automatically, I call Bobbi back, but when he answers after the first ring, I realize my mistake. Shit. I can’t talk to him in Keanu’s voice. I end the call immediately and go find Keanu.

He’s finally reached the second floor, and he’s hugging the wall now. He really can’t see anything and isn’t familiar with my house, and for the first time in my life, I feel bad for him.

“You need to call Bobbi back.” I give him my phone.

“And say what?”

“Tell him…” Crap, what can I possibly tell Bobbi that will be believable? “Tell him I’m taking the morning off to run some errands.”

Keanu gives me a droll look. “He’s not going to buy that. He’s your assistant—isn’t it his job to run errands for you?”

Damn it. He’s right.

My phone starts to ring again. Keanu squints, trying to read the name on the screen.

“It’s Bobbi,” I say. “He has his own ringtone.”

Keanu presses the Accept Call button and puts the phone on speaker. “Hey, Bobbi.”

“Where have you been? You weren’t home, and I’ve been calling for the past hour!”

“How do you know I wasn’t home?”

“I was just at your house.”

“Ah, I went to get, uh… coffee. And I forgot my phone. Just got back, though, so it’s all good.”

“No, it’s not all good. We have a photo shoot in an hour, and your interview with Trina Tucker was rescheduled for this afternoon.”

Fuck! I completely forgot about my interview with that snake. The photo shoot can be rescheduled, but if I cancel on that woman a second time, I’ll be on her shit list. That’s not a good place to be.

I take the phone from Keanu and say, “Leigh will have to reschedule her photo shoot. We have plans.”

He widens his eyes and mouths, “What are you doing?”

“Who’s this?” Bobbi asks.

“It’s Keanu. Talk later, dude.”

I’m cringing inside, but desperate measures and all.

“Are you insane? Why did you do that?”

“I needed to give Bobbi an excuse, and I figured sticking close to the truth was the best option.”

Keanu’s brows shoot to the heavens. “He’s gonna think we’re hooking up.”

My stomach coils painfully, and I feel sick. “I know.”

It’s almost hilarious to see my own expression change in the blink of an eye. His lips curl into a crooked grin, and his eyes narrow. “I knew you’d always had a crush on me.”

“Eww. Gross. I wouldn’t go near you with a six-foot pole.”

He shakes his head. “Whatever, Leigh.”