Page 103 of Princes of Hollywood

“Holden Jamison, sir.” Holden holds out his hand to me. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I love your work.”

I shake Holden’s hand and look to the last guy to join our group.

“Oh, this is Tripp Carter.” Holden smiles. “He’s my friend.”

Tripp doesn’t hold his hand out, so I don’t offer mine. His gaze takes me in. He’s tall and obviously early twenties. He’s got the air of a bored rich kid. His dark hair is artfully messy, and his green eyes keep scanning the party. Who is he looking for?

Zoe sighs. “I can’t find Wyatt.”

“Okay.” Not sure how this is my problem, and I’m not about to tell her I saw him go into the house.

She cocks an eyebrow like the spoiled brat she is, but she slips back into easygoing party girl for the sake of the two guys.

“Holden, Tripp, and I are heading out to hit a new club.” She looks at me expectantly.

I return her look.

She breathes out an impatient breath. “Could you tell Wyatt I’m going? And say goodbye to Greer. Tell her I’ll call her.”

At Greer’s name, Tripp glances toward Zoe.

“Send her a text. I’m not your message service.”

She sticks her tongue out and probably would have stomped her foot if Holden wasn’t watching her. “Fine. But I fulfilled my family obligation to Wyatt. Tell him that.”

I shake my head. I almost wish she was still a toddler that I could hand a toy to and get her to go away.

“I hope next time we’ll have more time to talk.” Holden realizes this is a networking opportunity, even if the cute girl wants him to go out partying.

“Maybe at one of our smaller gatherings,” I suggest. Because I am interested in spending more time getting to know him. He has real potential.

Holden smiles. “I’d like that.”

Zoe blows out a breath. “Okay, let’s go. Let the old people do their thing.”

“Thank you for the invite, sir.” Holden holds his hand up as he and his friend follow Zoe into the house.

Roarke claps his hand on my shoulder. “Mason, my friend, where are the others?”

“Inside somewhere.”

The crowd thins as people move on to other parties.

“You don’t think they’re having a party of their own?” Roarke rubs his jaw as he looks up.

“Maybe.” I look at him out of the corner of my eye. “Jealous?”

Roarke shrugs and grins. “Just wish I could watch.”

I blow out a breath and look around. Even after the last guest clears out, the cleanup crew will arrive. “I still have that camera set up in Aiden’s room.”

Roarke’s eyes widen, and his grin grows.

The camera was necessary with Aiden. Yes, he did six months in rehab, but it’s harder out here. We needed to make sure he was okay. I needed to make sure he was okay. He agreed to the camera, but we never discussed when to turn it off.

“During cleanup?” Roarke rubs his hands together.

“There might not be anything on it. They may be sitting in the living room, talking.”

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