“Kit, this is serious.”
“I know. I’ll take my chances.” She’d started out in the movies in a low-budget film—she’d do that again. No matter how much damage this did to her image, she was still an Oscar-nominated actress. Someone would hire her, and even if her career trajectory took a dip, it wouldn’t be forever. She’d make it back out.
Strong thoughts, but as she hung up, her mind raced like a rabbit, her skin hot. She’d worked so hard for her career, and it was all about to go up in smoke. Heat suddenly turned to ice. The cosmetics contract she was relying on to get her out of a huge financial hole wasn’t yet final… and there was every likelihood Noah would pick up a woman again tonight.
Kit pressed her fists to her closed eyes but couldn’t stop her mind from thundering ahead, couldn’t stop her gut from roiling.
The blowback would begin the instant Noah’s latest sexual conquest hit the tabloids. Chances were high she’d lose that contract. Nobody wanted to buy anything from a loser.
Eyes gritty, she wondered how it had all gone so wrong.
Noah was out by the pool listening to music, hoarding the memories from last night, and fixing a broken string on his oldest Breedlove guitar, when his phone chimed. Seeing Thea’s name on the screen, he put it on speaker so he could continue to work while he spoke with her.
“Hey, doll,” he said, grinning as he used a term that was so not Thea. “David want something?”
“No, I want something.”
“Yeah? What can the PR goddess want with a mere mortal?” Frowning in concentration, he checked the tension. “I already did my quota of publicity.”
“It’s about Kit.”
All at once, she had his absolute attention. Propping the guitar against the table on which his phone sat, he took the phone off speaker and put it to his ear. “What about Kit?”
As Thea spoke, he felt his lips curve. “That’s fucking great,” he said after she told him about Kit being in the running for Redemption.
“Only if you can keep it in your pants.”
Hand clenching on the phone at the razor-sharp words, he said, “You’d better explain that.”
When she did, he just stared out at the cold, clear water of the pool. “You’re serious? If we don’t pull off the happy-couple routine, it could crash her career?”
“The damage potential is high.” Thea spelled it out for him.
Elbows braced on his thighs, Noah wondered exactly how pissed Kit was at him right then. “What does Kit say?”
“She’ll probably fire me for going over her head, but I’m not a publicist because I’m a quivering lily. This could hurt her badly, Noah.” The sound of messages coming in on what might’ve been Thea’s computer. “She says she doesn’t want to use you, but it would be mutual. Schoolboy Choir fans are just as excited about the hookup—I’ve been watching it trend across social media since the news hit.”
“I don’t care about my profile or the band’s.” Noah fisted his free hand, bones pushing white against skin. “If Kit needs me, I’m there.”
“Can you keep it in your pants while you’re officially together?” Blunt as an ax, Thea kept going. “Because if you can’t, then I have to start putting out denials and you two have to laugh off any relationship rumors. We can mitigate the damage at least. If only you and Kit hadn’t looked so cozy—Oh fuck!”
Noah sat up. Thea rarely swore. Whatever the situation, she handled it. “What?” he asked. “Goddammit, Thea, what?”
“Did you two sneak off for your own little picnic last night?” Thea sounded like she was gnashing her teeth. “It looks like a waitress followed you, got a photograph. It’s not the best shot, but added to the red carpet photos and the waitress’s story of how ‘adorable’ you two were being, this makes damage control a pipe dream. No one’s going to believe a denial, and it’ll all turn to shit the instant you’re seen with another woman.”
“I’ll do it,” Noah snarled. “I won’t have Kit exposed to the fucking vipers.”
“You have to be sure, Noah,” Thea said. “You have to be dead certain you can stay faithful to her for the entire time you’re together. At least three and a half weeks to a month—Redemption might be cast earlier, but whatever happens, you have to keep it going long enough that it looks real.”
She took a breath before continuing. “At that point, I can extricate you both with a little fancy footwork. You and Kit will decide you were more suited to being friends after all, and as long as you keep everything friendly and you both start dating new people around the same time, it’ll all blow over.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” If he had to, he’d take the sleeping pills he hated. Given the bile-inducing side effect, he’d long ago decided he’d rather anaesthetize himself with random fucks since he got about the same amount of sleep either way. But if it would protect Kit, he’d take the pills.
“All right, I’ll talk to her,” Thea said at last.
“No.” Noah knew Kit, knew this had to come from him. “I’m going to drive over to her place. We’ll call you once we’ve sorted things out between ourselves.”
Chapter 17
Noah drove to Kit’s in his Mustang, the top down. The gleaming black convertible had two silver stripes front to back and was even more distinctive a vehicle than Fox’s Aventador.
He saw the TV vans and photographers milling around her gate the instant he hit her street. Kit clearly hadn’t emerged yet because the media had that bored air to them that shouted disappointment. All that changed the instant a blond paparazzo spotted his car.
A lightning strike of camera flashes.
Taking a deep breath, he slowed down instead of blasting through the paps with his horn blaring. They actually allowed him to turn so that his car was in front of Kit’s gate, likely because that gave them a shot of him heading to see her, but then they swarmed.
He braced his arm on the door, a lazy grin on his face that he’d perfected long ago. People didn’t look too deep when they saw that grin, figuring that was who he was. “Lovely morning isn’t it?” he drawled into the microphones thrust at him.
Grins all around.
“Noah!” shouted one TV reporter. “Is it true? You and Kathleen are a couple?”
Smile deepening, he slipped off his sunglasses. “You want to get me in trouble this early in the day, Jessa?” he asked, playing the reporter like a fish on a hook.
“Come on, Noah, give us something.”
“No comment.” He laughed to take the sting out of it, slipped his sunglasses back on. “I might have one after I talk to a certain gorgeous woman, but you have to let me through first.”
They drew back, sensing juicier news to come if they gave him what he wanted. Hoping that news wouldn’t be a black eye, he roared down the drive after Butch opened the gate, the bodyguard’s flinty gaze ensuring no one dared attempt to sneak in behind Noah.
Kit threw open her front door as he brought the convertible to a stop in front of the house. Around the corner and distant from the gate, they had absolute privacy.
Stalking out to meet him as he vaulted out of the car, she put both hands on his chest and shoved. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” Her eyes sparked fire at him. “I saw you on the security cameras! You just turned this ridiculous rumor into an unkillable monster!”
“It had to be done,” he said, standing his ground. “Thea says if we—”
“Thea called you?” She gritted her teeth. “I’m going to fire her. I don’t care if she’s my friend.”