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fast on his feet even lugging my overstuffed suitcase. “Rayne gave everyone photos of you. Told us you’d be with us for the final stops of the tour. Welcome. I heard you’re a hot shot reporter. Highly recommended. That’s cool.”
    I can feel myself start to sweat. This isn’t what I expected. How did Rayne get photos of me? And how did I go from being a recent college grad on her first really big writing assignment to being a highly reco mmended hot shot reporter? What kind of lies do I have to live up to? I can already feel the pressure building and I haven’t even really started the job.
    Brad is now practically running which is a feat because his legs aren’t much longer than mine. I’m not sure how he can walk so fast. I wonder if I should tell him to slow down or if I should start jogging to keep pace.
    “If you need anything just let me know. Rayne gave me explicit i nstructions that I was to assist you in any way. So treat me like your personal assistant too.”
    “Okay,” I reply , even though I’m not sure exactly what a personal assistant does. “Can I make a request?”
    “Absolutely. Anything you need. And I do mean anything.”
    Anything? I want to request that he buy me tampons just to see if truly means anything . But first, a more pressing matter. “Could you slow down just a little bit? I feel like we’re running a marathon.”
    Brad laughs but slows down considerably. “I was raised in Manha ttan. We New Yorkers walk everywhere and we walk fast.”
    I take in a few deep breaths to keep from passing out. “I was raised in San Diego. We drive everywhere.”
    “Do you have any dietary restrictions? Are you okay with meat, dairy, eggs, shell fish, gluten, spices, and peanuts?”
    “All together?”
    Brad laughs. “No. That’s just our standard food allergy list. I just want to make sure when I order meals that you won’t go into shock if there are peanuts in the food or anything like that. The guys tend eat a lot of Asian cuisine.”
    I shake my head. “No food allergies. I’ll eat anything.”
    “What have you got in this suitcase?”
    “Is it too heavy? I can carry it.”
    “No. You’re not going to carry your suitcase. Rayne would throw a fit if he heard that. It just feels really heavy for just clothes.”
    “Books,” I admit.
    “How many?”
    “We’re going to be on the road for ten days,” I say in my defense.
    Brad laughs again. He likes to laugh. He seems like a really cheerful guy. “That’s not what I asked.”
    “I guess there’s no pulling anything over on you.”
    He shakes his head. “I’m Nic Rayne’s assistant. The guy is sharper than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. And I’ve got a degree from Columbia.”
    There’s so much I want to ask regarding that statement alone but I’m not sure how much is appropriate to ask. He did say that I could request anything.
    “I brought six books with me.”
    Another laugh. “You really think you’re going to read six books while you’re on tour with Almost Rayne?”
    “I was going to bring ten but I scaled back.”
    We exit the airport and he waves at a limo parked a few yards away. “I’ll be surprised if you actually finish one of the books you brought with you.”
    Now I’m the one who’s laughing. “You don’t know me too well.”
    “And you obviously don’t know Rayne.”
    The limo is spectacular. Not that I have any basis for comparison. I’ve never been inside a limo before. But it’s certainly beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m still driving the used Honda Civic my mom and dad gave me when I was a senior in high school.
    “Do you want anything to drink?” Brad asks.
    I glance over at minibar. Do people really fix themselves cocktails while they’re riding in these things? Is that even legal?
    “I’m fine.”
    We sit in silence for a few moments until I get my nerve up to ask him some questions. “You went to Columbia?”
    “I studied business and marketing.”
    “How