Page 30 of See You There
Damn! He’s hot!
Dahlia looked out the windshield, mentally pouring water over the flying creatures.
She didn’t have time for this. Dahlia had big issues in her life right now that needed her full attention. She mentally checked them off a list—find and divorce Scott, find a new agent and manager. Oh yeah, and she also had the biggest movie of her career about to premiere. Not to mention she was very publicly pretending to date Chandler!
“Does your firm do contract law?” she asked, determined to keep a professional distance between them.
“No, but I could refer you to some good people. What kind of contract? Real estate? Entertainment?” When she didn’t answer, the weight of his eyes fell on her again. “Is it a secret?” he joked.
Dahlia stiffened in her seat. “I have a contract renegotiation coming up, and I need a new lawyer.”
I need a lawyer, full stop.
Luke pulled up to the front of the hospital, and thankfully, the paparazzi had gone. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call us. Don’t give any interviews or comments to the press, except for your already scheduled events. Do you want me to inform the police that you have the photos? It’s a good idea, but ultimately, it’s your decision.”
Dahlia thought for a moment. She wanted them to catch the criminals, but she didn’t want to be more involved than she had to be. Still, if they could find them by the tattoo…
"Yes, please. I’d appreciate it,” Dahlia blurted out before she could change her mind. “And if you would send those pictures on to the fan, as well. It might be better not to give out my number.”
“No problem.”
She really wished he would stop smiling. Dahlia dropped her purse on the floor as she exited.Damn it!She was never out of control like this! “You won’t mention to anyone that I asked about the contract?”
A shadow crossed his eyes. “Of course not. If you have some sort of trouble, we can help with that.”
Dahlia ignored him. “I’m sure we’ll be in touch.” She closed the door and forced herself to walk calmly through the lobby of the hospital, not looking back to see his car drive away.
Chandler’s colorwas better today. An oxygen tube in his nose had replaced the mask from the day before.
“Did you cry?” he asked, when she finished filling him in on the press event.
“What?”
“When you talked about me… It would have been a nice touch. Warm you up a little. You usually come across cold.”
Dahlia grit her teeth. “It was a good interview. Crying would have been unprofessional.”
“I don’t know. It gives a certain… You know… oomph to the story.” His brows lifted. “Can’t you cry on command?”
“Of course, I can cry on demand.” Her nails bit into her palms. Being nice to Chandler was a chore. “It wasn’t appropriate.”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s all you ever say.It’s not appropriate.” Chandler mimicked her in a falsetto as he rolled his eyes.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” She forced a smile. “But I have to go.” Dahlia stopped in the doorway. “By the way, do you remember at the house the other night when I took some pictures with a fan? Right before the robbery.”
Chandler looked blank. He’d been too busy making excuses to Petrov to care what she’d been doing.
Dahlia sighed. “There was a fan who wanted pictures, so I took a bunch of selfies. Today, when I was looking at the pictures, I realized I captured the robbers right when they broke in. One of them has a tattoo. My lawyer thinks that might help identify them.”
Chandler froze, his eyes widening. “The guy who shot me?”
“Luke is sending them on to the police, so hopefully they’ll be able to arrest him.”
Chandler licked his lips. “Yeah, that’s… That’s great.”
Dahlia cocked her head. His reaction seemed off, but she couldn’t tell if it was because he was still in pain. “Do you want me to come by tomorrow? I’ve got two events in the morning—”
“No, that’s okay. Can you hand me my phone before you leave? It’s charging.” He pointed to the counter beside the sink.
