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Every now and then, she’d catch a glimpse of a shadow or a silhouette, but then, nothing. Some days, she was worried that she was losing her mind.
She’d considered going to the police, but to tell them what? Hearing a few words, and thinking she was being followed weren’t really evidence of anything.
She’d considered hiring a full-time bodyguard. She usually only had security and bodyguards during the frenzy of a movie opening. Normally, she trusted that her home security system was enough.
Then someone had crashed into her car.
Apart from some whiplash, thankfully, she’d been uninjured. The big, black SUV that had hit her had no plates, and the driver had driven off without checking on her.
She gripped the curtains, staring out at the beach. The worst thing was finding a secret camera in her house. In her bedroom.
Someone had been in her home.
That’s when she’d finally told her agent what was happening.
Tavion had lost his mind and helped her run.
Archer, who was also a client of Tave’s had offered to loan her his house on Maui. She’d traveled to San Diego, then Tave had hired a private jet in Archer’s name so there was no record of her arriving in Hawaii.
“You’re safe,” she whispered.
She had to hope that this situation would blow over. If Reuben was really concerned that she’d heard something, and she did nothing, and his mysterious shipments arrived, then surely he’d leave her alone.
What if he was doing something really illegal?
She rubbed her temple. She wasn’t law enforcement. For all she knew, he was smuggling caviar. Wait and see. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it was the best she had. She had no real proof of anything. Sometimes, she was worried she was imagining it all and losing her mind.
You’re in paradise, Hols. Relax.
She was a little burned out. She’d done four big films in the last two years. That meant long hours rehearsing and filming, not to mention all the press tours to promote the films. Then this situation.
It was no wonder she was running on nerves.
She straightened her shoulders. Right now, the only thing she was going to worry about was getting some caffeine.
She pulled on leggings and a T-shirt, then tucked her hair under a blue ball cap. To finish it off, she slid on some huge sunglasses.
She never wore ball caps, so hopefully no one recognized her. It was unlikely she could stay incognito forever, but thankfully, Paia was small and wasn’t quite as touristy as some of Maui’s other destinations.
In her rental car, she tapped Island Brew into the navigation system. Of course, that made her think of Deputy Hottie. She shivered. She wished she’d spent the night dreaming of him instead of being hunted by faceless bad guys.
With a shake of her head, she set off down the road. As lush trees gave way to the town, she smiled. Paia had a funky, 60s, California-beach-town vibe. There were quaint shops and restaurants, and most of the buildings were painted in pastel colors.
She spotted Island Brew—it was a pale-blue building with white trim. She found a parking spot out front. The logo on thebuilding had a coffee mug with a shell on the front, and a curl of steam rising from the top.
Before she got out of the car, her cellphone rang. It was Tave.
“Hey, you,” she said.
“You okay?” he asked in his smooth, deep voice.
If there was ever a man with the voice for radio or voice overs, it was Tavion Hall. Instead, he’d become an agent to the stars. He was one of the most sought-after agents in Hollywood.
“I’m in the most beautiful spot in the world.”
“That’s not what I asked, Hols.”
Tave wasn’t just her agent, he was also a friend. To be honest, she didn’t have too many true friends. The downside of fame was that you ended up with fans and acquaintances, but not a lot of true, deep connections.