Ethan had to admit, he secretly wished Keiffer’s name had been drawn. He just couldn’t shake the feeling the youngest Wyne was going to leave after his contract with the National Guard ran out at the end of June. His brother already told them he wasn’t going to re-enlist, so it was possible Keiffer wouldn’t be around for the ceremony.
Time would tell.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to take a moment to thank you all for celebrating here so I could attend,” Phoebe said, turning to the girls. “Thanks for hosting the party, Lea.”
“It’s all good.” Lea winked. “I know you can’t have any fun without worrying someone will snap a picture, especially with a camera on every phone.”
Keiffer grumbled. “That must suck.”
Ethan wondered why anyone would want to live like that. Hell, that wasn’t living. It was like being a prisoner in your own life.
Phoebe nodded. “Yeah, it’s even more of an issue now.”
Lea frowned. “Why? What do you mean?”
“Well…” The actress inhaled and blew out a breath before continuing. “This is confidential, but my manager told me there were people from Hollywood in the audience tonight, and they want me to fly out to California for a screen test.”
“Oh my God! That’s great,” Jill gushed. “For what movie?”
Phoebe shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“When?” Lea asked.
She laughed. “I don’t know that either. Just that they will be in touch, so I really have to limit my personal exposure until after this screen test, which probably won’t happen for weeks. I’m hoping by the end of the summer.”
“You’ll still be able to be in my wedding, though, right?” Lea frowned.
“Absolutely. That is a given,” Phoebe reassured.
His head lifted as realization dawned. “That’s why you didn’t want to file a report with security tonight.”
“Exactly.” She nodded.
“Report? What report?”
“Yeah, what report?” Ben echoed his fiancée.
Ah hell . He probably shouldn’t have said anything, but dammit, he was worried Phoebe wasn’t taking the stalker seriously. He had a bad feeling she hadn’t seen the last of the creep.
“There was an overzealous fan at my dressing room door after the show, and even though I told Ethan to let it go, he contacted security.”
“Good,” Jill said in unison with Lea.
Ben shifted his gaze to him. “What red flagged you?”
“What didn’t?” he replied. “The tattoo of a heart with the initials F + P on his chest. The dark look in his eyes as he advanced toward her when she wouldn’t sign his tattoo. Take your pick.”
“Jesus, Phoebe.” Lea stepped forward to grab her friend’s arms. “Was this guy naked?”
“No! He just, ah, opened his shirt so I’d sign his chest.”
Mason muttered a curse. “You’d better file that report.”
“Yeah.” Lea released her and nodded. “That’s too creepy.”
“I admit, he gave me the creeps, too, but until this screen test is over, I have to keep my name out of the news, and that includes social media, and police reports, because the press stalks them. I don’t want to give those producers any reason to recant their invitation. This is too big of an opportunity.” She turned to him, and instead of wearing a hateful expression, she smiled a genuine smile. “I’m glad you happened along when you did, Ethan. And I appreciate your concern, but now that the head of security is aware of what happened, they’ll double the guards.”
“How can you be so sure?” Jill asked before he could reply.
Phoebe turned to her friend. “Because I’ve been performing for nearly a decade. This is not the first time I’ve been stalked.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Jill stated out loud what ran through his head.
“It should.” Phoebe smiled. “My point is that it’s happened before, and been dealt with before. I doubt I’ll even see the creep again.”
Ethan did not share her conviction, but since the women were starting to