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Finn
It felt damngood to be back in Cottonwood Cove. Fall was in full swing, and I had a break before we started filming season two ofBig Sky Ranch. Our first season had far exceeded everyone’s expectations, mine included. I’d bought a house in my hometown with the money I’d made when I signed on for season two.
But now I had a whole new set of issues I was dealing with. Along with the success of the show had come a lot of attention, both positive and negative. My costar, Jessica Carson, had gone on a crusade to take me down. She’d been a guest on every talk show that would have her, bashing me for breaking her heart.
Never happened.
Well, unless you count the fictional world ofBig Sky Ranch, where my character had ended things with her character. But she’d decided to have life imitate art, I guess.
My agent, Angelique, and I were putting out fires right and left, and the producer of the show was not happy with the shitstorm that she’d started.
She could have had her five minutes of fame if she’d just let her work, and our work as a cast, do the talking. But now she’d created so much drama around it that no one on set was happy with her.
Most of all, me.
And I was a happy dude 99 percent of the time, so it took a lot for me to get pissed off.
I opened my computer as it was time for my Zoom call with Angelique.
“Hey, Finn. How’s the house coming along?”
“It’s great. They just finished the kitchen renovation, so we should be good for a while,” I said, glancing over at the sleek, modern kitchen that I’d renovated with the help of my best friend and interior designer, Reese, who was currently living abroad but due home this week.
It couldn’t happen soon enough.
This last year had been one of the most challenging of my life, and I was fairly certain it was because she hadn’t been here. We’d grown up together. We’d gone to college together. We’d always lived in the same city, often even as roommates.
This had been the first time we’d been apart, and it had been way too long.
“I saw the photos. Reese has a good eye. The black cupboards give it a modern look, but it’s still very homey.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my agent?” I teased. Angelique was normally all business, but she’d become a close friend over the last year since my career had taken off.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s all about balance,” she said with a chuckle. “Reese is coming home in a few days, right? I’m sure you’re happy about that.”
So maybe Angelique was a part-time agent, part-time therapist.
Yes, my mother was also a therapist. I was surrounded by women who wanted to analyze my every thought. I had two younger sisters, Brinkley and Georgia, and they were both nosy as fuck.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My brothers, Cage and Hugh, stayed out of my business unless I asked them for advice, which didn’t happen often. But with this Jessica Carson bullshit, everyone was getting involved.
Go public.
Fight back.
Stay silent.
Let it blow over.
Watch your back.
Ask the producers to fire her.
Press legal charges against her for defamation.
