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Tanya. I’m sure there was a mistake. I’ll make a couple of calls and get this straightened out.” As soon as the rest of the West Coast woke up. It was still damn early.
    “Mr. Frost, you said that last month, too, and it hasn’t been straightened out. I’m afraid we’ll need a cashier’s check to cover the last two months’ payment and that comes to forty-two thousand dollars.”
    “Wait a minute? Last month never got taken care of? I was told otherwise.” Now the bill was doubled? Forty-two grand was a drop in the bucket, so why hadn’t his accountant/business manager sent the money?
    “Mr. Frost, are you there?”
    “Of course. Not a problem at all. I’ll get that to you ASAP. Talk to you soon. Bye now.” Leo disconnected the call and ran his hand through his hair. “Time to find out what the fuck is happening.”
    He called Nathan and immediately got rolled over to voice mail. “Nathan, you’re getting on my every last nerve. Wake up, dammit. Call me back before I take my business and money elsewhere. This isn’t funny anymore. I don’t care if we’ve been friends for twenty years, because this is bullshit. The Institute wants to know why my last two checks have bounced and frankly, so do I. Call me back. Yesterday.” Leo disconnected and rested his head against the seat.
    Now what? Now he had to wait for a fucking bank to open so he could get a fucking cashier’s check for forty-two grand. What if the press got wind of that? Screw it. He’d think of something. He’d leak a well-disguised drug habit or something sordid to keep the public happy. It had been working for years, hadn’t it? As long as they thought the worst of him, no one dug deep enough to find out what he didn’t want them to know. Give the people enough dirt to discuss up front and they didn’t think you were hiding something. The public was predictable. Leo knew that all too well.
    The industry knew him as a shallow, egomaniac who only cared about himself and he was happy to keep them thinking that. He didn’t give a shit what they said about him anyway. As long as they didn’t dig into his life, they could think anything they wanted.
    His phone rang. “About time, Nathan.” But he checked the screen and it wasn’t Nathan. “Shit.” He didn’t want to talk to Candace. Hell, he barely remembered her face, but she’d snagged his phone and programmed her number into it and never failed to call him at the worst possible times. She must have seen his interview and knew he was awake. He let the call go to voice mail.
    He barely remembered the last time he’d had sex, but he knew it had been with Candace. He also knew he didn’t want to have sex with her again. Using Candace to get Carrie Ann Loughlin off his mind had been a big mistake, but he wanted to believe he hadn’t been the one to drive his co-star to insanity. It wasn’t every day a guy worked with an actress who went off the deep end and committed murder. Sleeping with Candace had seemed like a good way to get back some confidence. Good news was Candace hadn’t gone crazy. Bad news was that she was driving him crazy.
    Never in a million years had he thought he’d get tired of having sex, but that had happened too. The physical relief wasn’t worth the emptiness he felt afterward. Everyone wanted a chunk of him and for years he’d played the game. He took what women offered him because it made them happy. For a while it had made him happy, but now, after so long, it only made him feel like shit.
    It wasn’t that he wanted a relationship or marriage. Hell no. But he did want someone to talk to, someone to trust. Someone who wouldn’t run to the rag mags with his real secrets, not the fabricated ones he fed to the press. He hadn’t found that person. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even know if he did. He’d become as jaded as he made himself out to be, all in the name of privacy.

    Blake let himself into Troy and Julie’s mammoth kitchen from the back