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Not a good way at all.
    The best thing about this thoroughly shitty day, as far as Paul was concerned, was that it was almost over. Harriet had confirmed what he’d already figured out—as long as he was one of Ronnie Valero’s chosen bachelors, he wouldn’t be writing anything for Fairstein, not even Finding Miss Right.
    “So who’s going to be writing Mr. Right ?” He’d managed to keep his voice deceptively calm as he said it, although his stomach was already clenched into a couple of knots.
    Harriet sighed. Hell.
    “You can’t give it to Darryl,” Paul pleaded. “Darryl only functions under close supervision. You can’t turn him loose on something like this.”
    She sighed again. “I’ve got no choice. No one else is available, and Darryl’s got experience from Miss Right .”
    “Experience?” Bungee jumping. Custard pie throwing. Hiking through reeking swamps. His mind reeled.
    Harriet gave him a half-hearted smile. “I’ll try to keep track of him, at least until you leave for Colorado. And I’ll give him strict guidelines to follow. How much damage can he do in the wilds of the Rockies, after all?”
    Right. Having grown up near those particular wilds, Paul wasn’t anxious to see what Darryl came up with. He only hoped Darryl didn’t find out about that alligator farm over near Alamosa.
    Now he headed for the parking lot and his car. At least he could grab a couple of In-N-Out burgers on the way home. His cell phone chirped as he stepped outside. He checked the number, mentally groaning. But if he didn’t pick up, Cathe would only call back.
    “Hi Cathe.” He kept his voice studiously neutral.
    “Oh come on, lover. You can do better than that. You don’t sound glad I called.” Cathe always managed to make him feel vaguely guilty about not wanting to talk to her. On the other hand, he was definitely not feeling guilty enough to go out with her again. Ever.
    “Sorry, I’m just tired. Long day. What’s up?”
    “Have any plans for dinner? I’m buying. On the expense account no less.”
    Paul grimaced. No way was he giving up his In-N-Out burger so that he could be grilled instead. “I wouldn’t be good company, Cathe. I’m really beat.”
    Her voice hardened. “I don’t want company, Paul. I want dirt. Need it, actually. My editor’s breathing down my neck.”
    He pinched the bridge of his nose. He hated this conversation, although he should be used to it by now since Cathe called with the same request every couple of weeks. “What kind of dirt are we talking about?”
    “Who’s got the inside track on Miss Right .” Her voice sounded faintly robotic as she ticked things off. “And why Ethan doesn’t seem to be going after Kayla.”
    “Jesus, Cathe, I don’t keep track of that stuff. I’m not around the contestants on any of the shows enough to tell you what they’re thinking.” And, of course, he’d never really wanted to know.
    “Come on, Paul. You’re the guy who could recite Martin Scorsese’s filmography by heart. I know you’ve got a better memory than that.”
    He rubbed his eyes again. Somehow he always ended up giving Cathe information just to get her to hang up. Yes they’d had a quick affair and yes Cathe had been instrumental in getting him the job with Fairstein, but she seemed to be racking up a hell of a lot of mileage out of what little there’d been between them. Plus, of course, he now suspected she’d gotten him the job so she’d have a handy source of information at Fairstein.
    “Why does Celebrity News want to know anything about basic cable reality shows?” he snapped. “Why aren’t you off trying to hit up somebody at the big guys ? ”
    “Come on, Paulie.” Cathe’s voice shifted into wheedle mode. “Just a little dirt. I won’t even ask you who Ethan’s going to choose.”
    “Just as well since first of all, I don’t know, and second of all, I wouldn’t tell you if I did.” He did a quick mental survey. Did he know anything