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wasn’t like she washurting Jane. Sure, Jane was upset now, but she would get over it. Any publicity was good publicity, right? If no one knew who Jane Roberts was before, they sure did now.
    And if Jane ended up with really minor story lines because of this—or offL.A. Candy altogether—then it was for the best. Hadn’t she told Madison the entire time they were in Cabo that she wished she’d never signed on to do the show? Madison was just helping Jane get what she wanted.
    Besides, Jane was not meant to be the star ofL.A. Candy. She didn’t even want it. Madison, on the other hand,needed this, and would never take it for granted. Paparazzi were part of the job. Madison would never have run away from a scandal. In fact, she would have made sure to get aMaxim orFHM
    cover out of those photos. And loved every second of it.
    “Traffic was a joke, and what bar doesn’t have valet?”
    Madison glanced up, startled. She hadn’t noticed Veronica Bliss standing there. She was holding a glass of what looked like scotch on the rocks, which she set down on the table next to Madison’s untouched glass of white wine.
    “Hi, how are you?” Madison said brightly.
    “Fine, fine.”

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    Madison watched Veronica as she slid into the seat across from her. The forty-something woman was tiny—five feet tall and petite—with short red hair and piercing light blue eyes behind stylish black Chanel frames. Her simple black suit with pearls was at odds with the tacky decor in the Blue Dolphin.
    Even though Veronica was physically diminutive, most people in Hollywood were terrified of her. And for good reason. As the editor in chief ofGossip magazine, Veronica could make or break a person’s reputation and career with just one well-timed, well-placed story or photo.
    A person like, say, Jane Roberts.
    “Enjoy yourself in Cabo?” Veronica asked.
    “The weather was to die for.”
    “Anything you want to share?” Veronica gazed squarely at Madison.
    Madison stirred uncomfortably. Veronica had the weirdest way of staring at a person and not breaking eye contact, even for a second. It was creepy.
    “You know, it was all baking on the beach and downing margaritas,” Madison said, shrugging.
    Veronica took a sip of her drink. “Well, I certainly appreciate your emailing me from Cabo with your location. My photographer flew in and got some great shots of Jane.”
    “Did he get any of me?” Madison said, remembering the guy with the aviators. At Veronica’s silence, she continued, “I had to sneak into town to send you that email, ’cause our resort has no internet access, and—”
    “Yes, yes, I’m grateful,” Veronica cut in, not sounding appreciative at all.
    Madison flinched. The woman owed her, big-time. Why wasn’t she being nicer? Maybe she needed reminding.
    “So. How are the newsstand sales of the big Jane/ Braden/Jesse issue?” Madison asked, taking a sip of her wine.
    Veronica’s blue eyes lit up. “Excellent. The numbers are incredible. You really came through with those photos.”
    Madison smiled smugly.
    “I’m curious, though. How, exactly, did you obtain them?”
    “I know a photographer. He’s not afraid of heights, if you know what I mean.” Veronica just stared at her, so Madison continued to explain. “There’s a big tree near Jane’s bedroom window, and she never closes her curtains, and…well, you can guess the rest.”
    “Impressive.”
    “So, will those pictures from Cabo be part of a followup story?” Madison asked.

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    “Yes, of course. I have reporters keeping tabs on both Jesse and this Braden guy. Apparently Braden flew out to New York City the day before yesterday. From what I gather, he and Jesse have been friends for a while, but no one knew who Braden was. One day he’s an unknown wannabe actor living in the shadow of his