Page 5 of Max

Jay fanned himself while trying to brush up against Max on his way out the door. Shay shook her head. Jay had no shame.

“Thanks for that,” she said. “He doesn’t always get the best reaction to his flirting.”

Max shrugged. “I have friends who’re gay. Gotta let people be who they are and love who they love.”

“Do you need anything else, Shay?” Kevin asked.

“No, but thank you.”

Once Kevin left and closed the door, the two of them were alone.

Max swallowed and strolled into the trailer, noting that a large makeup kit lay open on one of the small stations. Hair products were scattered around the station where Shay sat.

He looked everywhere but at the woman sitting quietly in the chair. He’d nearly lost his breath when he stepped into the room and saw her. Sky blue eyes were framed perfectly in a heart-shaped face with pale, creamy skin. Chocolate curls fell down her back, and those soft, kissable lips called to him. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her.

He’d never had this kind of reaction to any woman. Ever. What the fuck had his little sister gotten him into?

“Would you like to sit?”

Shay had one of those soft, musical voices that would keep men coming back. Why was she starring in a soap opera and not on a Hollywood screen?

“Sure.” He ambled over and dropped into one of the chairs scattered around her. He kept himself a good few feet away, though. Reaching over and hauling her into his lap wouldn’t earn him any recommendations. It might land him in jail, though.

“So…uh, how does this work?”

He looked up and was struck again by how blue her eyes were. They reminded him of a cloudless summer sky back in Texas. Shit, he was in trouble here. Thankfully, once this initial consultation was over, he could hand her off to the team and go back to his other jobs.

“I hear you have a bit of a problem.”

“You could say that.” She laughed nervously, and he nearly swallowed his tongue. She was going to star in some of his dreams for the foreseeable future. “I seem to have a bit of a stalker. It’s not something I ever worried about before.”

“Stalkers are more common than you think, but until you get one, it’s not something youwouldworry about, Miss Moore.”

“Please call me Shay.”

Fuck that porn-worthy voice of hers. “Shay.” He nodded and continued. “When was the first time you became aware of your stalker?”

“I get lots of mail just like the other cast members of the show. The crazy gets weeded out before we see it, so I never knew how bad some of mine had gotten. It wasn’t until a dozen black roses were sent here last week with a death threat that I even knew this guy had escalated in his threats. The flowers weren’t checked before they reached me. That was the first time I knew something was wrong.”

He made a note to have a chat with security about that shit. Not just for Shay, but for all the cast. Crazy didn’t need stupid.

“Have you seen any of the mail?”

She shook her head. “The studio said they didn’t think it was a good idea. They filed a report with the police after the roses. I’m not sure if the police have the threats or not.”

“The police spoken with you yet?”

“Briefly. My filming schedule doesn’t work well for them.”

He’d call the head of security and find out who the detectives assigned to her case were. He also needed to see the threats she’d received. He hoped security didn’t just hand everything over to the police.

“Tell me about your house.”

“Apartment,” she corrected. “I don’t have a house here in New York.”

“Des said he broke into your house.”

“We’re still not sure about that, but I have this uneasy feeling the guy who broke into my house in Virginia is the same person. My dad said the place was trashed. He had the police come in. That was last week. My apartment got broken into yesterday.”

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