Page 43 of Plot Twist
“See you soon?” Carla asked.
Sophie nodded, then she opened the car door and stepped out. The night air had turned everything cool, and she shivered as she watched Carla drive off.
When she got into her house, she had no intention of going to bed. She felt wired as several thoughts crossed her mind.
That was a lackluster kiss.
Dash’s lips taste like honey.
Nina might murder me.
What she suddenly wanted to do more than anything else was write—a feeling she’d had for months but hadn’t been able to act upon. Only now, there were words swirling around her and the only way to silence them was to put them onto the page.
She sat at her work desk and cracked open her laptop. An open document was already waiting, and without overthinking what she was going to type, she started to write.
Hello, my name is Dash Montrose, and I am absolutely thrilled to be standing on Hollywood Boulevard in the summer heat and wearing a three-piece suit...
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DASH
When the car came, it was ninety degrees out, but Dash was still in a suit because it was something his mother had insisted on. A driver opened the back door and, as he stepped in, he heard his brother before he saw him.
“Which outlets will be there?” Reece gazed out the window.
“All of them.” His publicist, Justine, didn’t look up from her phone.
Dash raised his eyebrows as he sat next to Reece, and Reece nodded back. Dash’s phone pinged.
Luna and I are going to a meeting later. Free to join?
He ignored the text from Chris and quickly pocketed the phone. He should be at a meeting instead of going to a premiere—he knew that—but he wanted to be there to support his brother, and his mom had insisted he go.
“Who will I be talking to?” Reece pressed.
“All of them,” Justine said again.
“Are you actually listening to my questions, Justine, or just sayingall of themfor everything because you think I’m annoying?” Reece had a smile on his face that suggested he knew what was coming and was excited for it.
“It’s called multitasking, Reece. Some of us don’t always need to hear the sound of our own voice.”
Dash let out a chuckle at his brother’s expense, and Reece frowned back.
“I deserved the spanking, but I didn’t know it would sting that much,” Reece said to Dash. Then he turned to his publicist. “Justine, I’m obsessed with you. You know that, right?”
“I do.” She finally looked up, almost annoyed. “Now, have some water. We’ll be there in ten.”
Reece had always been one to follow orders, so he took a bottle of water from his side and cracked open the lid. “But you’d tell me if I were being difficult, right? Like, is the fact that you have to remind me to drink water really annoying?”
“We’ve had this conversation before.” Justine finally put her phone down, folded her hands in her lap, and looked at him. “What’s annoying is you asking me every five minutes if you’re being annoying.”
“Don’t ever leave me,” Reece said.
“Keep paying me, and I’ll stick around.” She grabbed her phone again and began to type.
“Isn’t she great?” Reece asked Dash, loud enough so Justine could hear, but she explicitly chose to ignore him.
“Thanks for the ride.” Dash changed the subject and ran his hands across the leather seat.
