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that would get her off the phone? “Okay, I can tell you something about Finding Mr. Right .”
    “ Mr. Right?” Cathe snorted. “You mean the one with Ronnie the Reject? I already talked to her this afternoon. She’s still as dumb as ever.”
    Paul winced. He might not be all that fond of Ronnie, but he didn’t like the idea of Cathe bullying her. “She’s not that bad.”
    “Whatever you say. So what’s the dirt?”
    Paul took a breath. “We lost a bachelor.” The production company might not be delighted to have that news get out, but it wasn’t like it could stay a secret forever.
    “How do you mean lost? You misplaced him someplace?”
    “No, he skipped. Decided he didn’t want to be on the show after all.”
    “Who was it?”
    “I don’t know his name. The personal trainer.”
    “Pres Jackson. Not many opportunities to train the clueless. Was this before or after he met Miss Reject?” Cathe’s voice took on that slightly snide tone she used when she was channeling Celebrity News . It always made Paul feel faintly grubby.
    “Before. He hadn’t come to the studio at all, so far as I know.”
    “Well, it’s not much of a story, then.” She sounded impatient. “If he’d left because he couldn’t stand hooking up with Ronnie, you might have something. They hire anybody else?”
    Paul’s chest clenched tight again. No way was he going to tell Cathe about his new job. “They’re working on it.”
    “Okay, get me a name when you’ve got it,” she snapped.
    Paul’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not your personal assistant, Cathe. This is all the news I’ve got and all I’m passing on. You need to find another source at Fairstein.”
    “C’mon Paulie.” Cathe went back to wheedling again. “Just keep me in the loop. Say, you want to try out that new club in Venice Beach tomorrow night? I’m on their list.”
    He could think of few things he wanted to do less than spend an evening with Cathe at an over-crowded dance club. In fact, he’d like to peel her off permanently if he could just figure out a way to do it that didn’t leave him feeling like a rat bastard. “Not this week. I’ve got a ton of work.”
    “All right, just remember you’re my prize source, baby. Whatever you’ve got, just pass it along.”
    Paul’s conscience pinched him slightly as he headed on to the parking lot again. He paused, digging his keys out of his pocket. Hearing from Cathe was the capper to an already sucky day. But he might be able to shake himself loose from her clutches if he ended up spending a few weeks in Colorado. In fact, he should probably work on that, the sooner the better. He owed Cathe for his start, but by now he had more important things to do with his life than to serve as Celebrity News’ s snitch.
    For a moment an image of Monica McKellar floated through his brain. Butterscotch hair, lips like maraschino cherries, skin like cream. An ice cream sundae kind of a girl. Just right for licking.
    Just right for licking? You’re losing it, Paulie.
    Time to go grab those burgers. Obviously, he needed to eat.

Chapter Four
    Three weeks after they’d started filming Finding Mr. Right , Monica sat in the Great Hall of Denver International Airport, waiting for Ronnie to come out of the bathroom. During the three weeks the show had been in production, they’d managed to cram in an insane number of dates for Ronnie and her bachelors, both group and single. Ronnie herself had managed to cut four of the original ten guys since Glenn had decided he didn’t want to pay for more than six bachelors to fly to Colorado. Now everyone had arrived in Denver, ready to be transported to the ski resort and the final rounds of Finding Mr. Right , which would hopefully be a lot calmer. Although Monica wouldn’t have bet serious money on that.
    During the last week her energy level had been running on empty. Every time she thought she was finished, Glenn or Sid had dropped another chore in her lap that had to be