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sprawling island.
    “Sure, man. Two omelets.” Evan spun on the stool, his knee pinning the outside of Haven’s leg next to his. It was hard to be this close to her and not touch her how he wanted.
    She reached for the paper. “Any news?”
    His instinct was to grab it from her and toss it in the recycling bin, but what would that do? If they were going to survive the hounds, they would need to do it together and that meant sharing more with her than he ever had before.
    “Actually, we made the Pop page.” He unfolded the section and laid the paper flat so she could read the headline. He searched her face for a reaction.
    “ Red Lines ? So that’s really a thing? You might be in Red Lines ?”
    What the hell? That’s what she took away from their picture?
    “No, I’m not planning on it.”
    “But did you finish reading it?” She looked serious. “How far did you get in the book on the flight?”
    He scratched his head. “I’ve got a few chapters left, not much.”
    “And you seriously don’t want to be in it? It’s huge. Huger than huge.” She smiled at Lenny as he placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her.
    “I don’t know. I’m kind of taking a break.” He mumbled the last part. He wasn’t comfortable discussing his hiatus from acting in front of one of the staff. Nondisclosure agreement or not, he didn’t like taking a chance.
    “Hmm.” Haven twisted her lips. “But it’s hot. It’s Red Lines .”
    “Yeah, it is.” He had tried to focus on the plot when he read it and figure out the cult fascination with the story, but it was hard to ignore the pure sexuality of the book. He knew why women were insane over it. A millionaire playboy with a kinky sex fetish that drove women to toe-curling screams. Yeah, he got it.
    “Here you go.” Lenny delivered two piping hot omelets with sides of fruit and two glasses of orange juice. “Let me know if you need anything else.” He hung his apron on a hook and walked toward his apartment.
    “Thanks, Lenny,” Haven called after him. She took a bite of the omelet, cheese oozing off her fork, bits of bacon crumbling on the plate. “I can’t believe you have someone who cooks for you. You know this is unreal.”
    “I guess maybe it is.” He popped a grape in his mouth and thought about the breakfasts he had in Silver Belle. For the first few weeks, beer was his breakfast staple, but eventually he moved into more of the basic food groups.
    It was nice to have to take care of himself, cook his own meals, even do his own laundry, but he wasn’t about to downsize the ranch staff. He was reminded during the summer of who he really was. The simple things in life helped clear his head, but he was back in reality. This was part of Hollywood ranch life. And he enjoyed it.
    “So back to the movie. What’s holding you back?” Haven asked.
    “The break, remember? I’m trying to ease out of the spotlight, not jump back in it.”
    “Right. You’re going to disappear again? Find another island?” she teased.
    He chuckled. “No, that kind of break is over. I have too many responsibilities to keep that charade up, but I don’t know if getting involved with another film is such a good idea. Thought I could focus on my foundation, maybe hang at the ranch, maybe help a pretty girl write some music.” He winked.
    “I don’t know anything about your foundation.” Her forehead crinkled. “It’s one of those things you never mentioned.”
    He felt a sharp stab in his chest. There were so many things he had kept from her as Jay Grady, the fictitious writer. The secrets were over. He wouldn’t keep things from her again.
    “Well, the foundation is a pretty big deal to me. I wish I could take all the credit, but it was my sister’s idea. She runs it, but I’m still the ultimate decision-maker, and I have to make appearances from time to time.”
    “But what is it? What does it do?”
    He smiled. The foundation was one of his proudest accomplishments.