minute and thought she knew the celebrities enlisted to draw the locals with deep pockets, but she didn’t remember seeing a rock band on the list. Paige would have remembered seeing Jess’s name. Unfortunately, she would have to stay as far away from Jess Baxter as she could. Even association with him and his philandering reputation would put her title in danger.
With regrets, Paige turned and walked back toward the fore deck of the ship. She began mingling with the older guests, the ones less interested in the goings-on of rock stars no matter how desirable.
The smile on Paige’s face remained securely pleasant while her mind drifted. Mr. Davis Chamberlain III continued to detail the recent remodel of his summer home, but Paige’s mind was elsewhere. Let them force her to resign her position as Miss Great Lakes, she was going to have a rich fiancé waiting. She was going to be …
Paige considered her options and regretfully eliminated Jess. He was so handsome! But he knew it, and he wouldn’t be faithful judging by his reputation. She didn’t buy that idiot act for a moment. Dev and Kenny were smart, they wouldn’t stand for their lead singer being a moron.
Dev was too smart. Paige wasn’t confident she could handle him. Plus there was something about him. He was shy – sure, everyone knew that – but it was something more. Secrets. Maybe it was that Erika Atlas thing. Paige wasn’t buying that Dev was actually dating the pop star. The pictures were good, but something wasn’t right. To her it looked like a PR cover. Why did Dev need a cover? Was he gay? It was stupid to cover it up, maybe he wasn’t as smart as she thought.
Kenny was smart. He obviously ran things, not that any interview she read said it outright. Bryan Trino was married and she didn’t need to be a home wrecker so that was off the table. Besides, he seemed too bland for her taste.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Paige had to answer Mr. Chamberlain. Paige feigned interest a little too well. Flattered, Mr. Chamberlain started boasting about the customized boathouse and lakeside improvements he’d made. Paige was mildly interested in this and half-listened so she could tell her mother; but half her mind considered what she knew about Kenny Wright. The answer was far too little.
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Jess knew they were there for a good cause, in theory. A fund raiser for rebuilding the psychiatric ward in some local children’s hospital. At fifteen hundred dollars a ticket, he was of the opinion these people should be paying to rub elbows with him not the other way around. But Dev was a soft touch for the cause for some reason. Probably something to do with that insane-o girlfriend of his. Jess vowed to look into that and see if he could quietly get Lindsay committed.
As soon as Dev brought it up, Kenny jumped on board as a PR thing. As soon as it became work, Lindsay and Brenda weren’t allowed to come and Jess knew he was in for a night of fun. Or not. He looked around at the assembly of old people, journalists, photographers, local celebrities with sticks up their – wait a minute.
His eye fell on a tall, slender brunette with her back to him. She could be homely, but things were shaping up pretty good so far. Jess sipped his champagne as he let his eyes travel from her spiked heels up her athletic calves and thighs to a firm, tight ass. There he met slight resistance in the form of thick waves of dark hair. Few women wore their hair that long and lush anymore, it was heavy and too much work. Only the beauty queens went through the trouble, and he liked that idea.
“What are you ... oh, I might have known it’d be a who, not a what.” Dev shook his head in disgust beside him as he looked to see what had Jess’s attention.
“Why are you still here? Go find a corner to hide in.” Jess tried to shrug him off. Dev was the worst wing-man ever.
“Kenny has me on babysitting duty.”
Jess glared at him.
“Take it up with