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wide.
    “You’re new to all this, aren’t
you?”
    “Pretty much. I come from a small
town—Willow Falls? It’s upstate.”
    “Don’t know it.”
    “Didn’t think so.” He smiled.
    “Stick close to me. I’ve been to
these things before.”
    “Good. Clueless here.”
    Don’t
get excited. He’s a bumpkin. Not for you. And he thought you were the maid!
    They entered, and Grace led him to
the bar. “Helps to be holding a drink when you’re trying to talk to people,”
she advised.
    A bartender was pouring
Cosmopolitans. Jake picked up two and handed one to Grace. She took a sip. Wow, this is strong! Jake took a hefty
sip and smiled. An attractive woman about thirty-five years old, wearing a low-cut
dress tight enough to be a second skin, sauntered over. Grace noticed her give
Jake the once-over.
    “You’re the second guy in the movie,
aren’t you? Jason, I think his name was?”
    Jake nodded. “And this is…” He gestured
toward Grace, but the woman simply raised an eyebrow and turned her back. She
linked her arm through his. Jake threw Grace an apologetic glance as she
followed along behind them. The woman chattered away while Jake nodded in
reply. Grace could hardly keep from laughing. She’s coming on to him, and he doesn’t even know.
    Another rail-thin woman with short
blonde hair joined them. “Mitzi’s going to research costumes at the Met for
that period piece Gunther’s doing.”
    “The Met?” Jake asked.
    “Not the Metropolitan Opera,
darling. The Metropolitan Museum. Of Art. You know.”
    “Oh, oh, of course!” Jake put on a
good performance, but Grace wasn’t fooled. She could tell right away that he
had no idea what they were talking about. He excused himself to get another
drink. Grace was still nursing the first one and watched him return to the
sophisticated women and pretend to know what they were discussing. Grace looked
around the room to see if she spied any of her acting or camera friends, but no
one looked familiar.
    She turned and almost ran into
Gunther Quill holding hands with a stunning blonde wearing a sexy red dress and
a big, diamond ring. She gulped, searching frantically for an escape, but Jake
was still deep in conversation.
    “Don’t run, my little bunny,”
Gunther oozed, taking her elbow. “Let me introduce you.”
    The blonde narrowed her eyes and
stared at Grace.
    “This is my fiancée, Elsa Marquette.
Elsa will be starring in my newest movie. Elsa, this is Grace Brewster…Cara
Brewster’s little sister.”
    Fiancée! Elsa extended her hand and left Grace no choice. She couldn’t breathe as her
eyes sought the engagement rock Elsa was wearing. Sweat broke out on Grace’s upper
lip.
    Elsa shot a phony smile at her before
she spoke. “Gunther loves brunettes,” she said. “Let’s see…screenwriter or bit
player?”
    “Screenwriter,” Grace mumbled, her
eyes wide.
    “Ah, of course,” Else nodded. “You
know what they say…gentlemen prefer blondes.” Her eyes were so cold they’d
freeze hell.
    “Nice to meet you,” Grace muttered,
trying to remember what she’d been taught growing up. She knows. She knows he slept with me! Gunther stood staring at
her. Lust glittered in his eyes. He’s
laughing at me. Engaged! Oh my God. What have I done?
    Emotion caught in her chest. Bile
rose in her throat and tears stung the backs of her eyes. Fool, stupid fool. Of course he’s engaged. I should be surprised he
isn’t married. Run! She gulped down the rest of her Cosmo.
    “Excuse me,” she said, pointing to
her empty glass as she moved toward the bar.
    “Of course.” Gunther bowed slightly,
grinning as she slipped away to refill her glass and find a corner to hide in.
She was sick to her stomach. Leaning against the wall, she took a healthy swig.
The alcohol loosened her control and angry tears spilled over onto her cheeks.
    “You okay?” The deep voice at her
ear was Jake’s.
    “Nice of you to stay with your date.
I see you have other women