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the octopus and where I had written tripod. I giggled.
    “Man, how drunk was I?”
    “You were drinking tequila straight from the bottle.”
    “Oh, I guess that explains the thumper.”
    He nodded with a knowing smile and took the list from my hand, sitting up against the headboard he read them out loud.
    “One, check into an over the top, way too expensive hotel room. Two, get new hairdo.” he frowned.
    “What color is it normally?”
    “Sandy blonde.”
    “Oh.” he nodded, not looking overly concerned. “Three, get a tattoo. Four, get hammered.”
    He chuckled as he turned to me.
    “You're doing pretty well on the list so far.”
    I shrugged with a soft smile.
    “Five, go dancing. Six, get laid. Seven... whoa. I definitely want to be around for seven... and eight jeez.”
    I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
    “I should have read this list last night, we could have combined the three.”
    God, he had that insanely cute smirk on his face as I flushed red, hard. He cleared his throat.
    “Seven, go to a strip club. Eight, kiss a girl. What's wrong with Seph, you related or something?”
    I nodded.
    “My little sister.”
    “Huh.” he frowned. “She is legal, right? Cuz you both look rather young.”
    “Yeah, she's twenty five.”
    “She's twenty five and younger... how old are you?”
    He pulled the sheet higher, pooling more around his waist. A soft grin crossed his face as I sat up, forgetting I was rather naked underneath the sheet. I was too hungover to care, wearily I rested against the headboard beside him and let him have the free perv. It's not as if he didn't see it all last night.
    “Thirty.” I responded, remembering he asked a question.
    I needed something for this hangover. If my stomach didn't settle down it might just be a toilet bowl.
    “Wow, you look so much younger.”
    “Thanks.” I murmured, the red still flushing in my cheeks.
    “How old are you?”
    “Twenty eight.”
    “Oh man, you're the same age as Goose. Jeez.”
    No doubt the little bastard will give me shit for it. Maybe something like I was a cougar now.
    “Who is goose?”
    “My brother Maverick.”
    “Huh. Well, I'll be twenty nine soon, so you know...” he shrugged. “It's not that bad, age means shit these days.”
    I watched as he read the bit of paper, talking as if he wanted something more than a one night stand.
    “Nine, drink champagne in a bath tub. Ten, go shopping and waste an obscene amount of money.”
    Evan frowned again as he turned to me.
    “You've never done any of these things before?”
    “No.”
    “Why?”
    “Been typecast.” I shrugged. “Told to maintain an image for my job. Getting drunk when I wrote that list was hitting the border line. I've already had my manager cracking it because I slipped out of LA for a vacation.”
    “How can your boss tell you what to do on your vacation? What do you do?”
    I grinned, holy hell, he doesn't recognize me.
    “Not my boss, my manager. I have a public image to maintain.”
    “Harmie!” Seph called out from the hall. “We're ordering breakfast, what do you want?”
    “Ooh... pancakes with strawberries and maple syrup, what about you?”
    “Yeah sounds good.”
    I got up and wrapped the dressing gown around me, seeing Seph scamper back down the hall. At least she's wearing clothes. It had to be a bonus. 
    I had managed to avoid the question. I didn't know where I wanted things to go with Evan but avoiding my fame and fortune at the beginning of something is always wise. Breakfast had arrived and smelled divine. Seph was sitting on Jaxon's lap at the dining table, giggling like a pair of teenagers. She was wearing a dressing gown and I dreaded the thought of where his hand was. It wasn't above the table, it was below. Gross.
    “Get a room.” Evan muttered as he sat at the table.
    “We did.” Jaxon grinned cheekily.
    Seph's eyes darted from him to the table then to me, a faint smile traced her lips.
    “Oh god, you fucked on the