Someone was outside.
“Hello!”
The voice was female and Abby assumed it was the maid. She scooped the robe off its hanger and slipped into it.
“Coming.”
She stepped back into the room and froze when she caught sight of the brunette perched on the end of the bed. She’d never met the woman before—not personally—but she knew who she was. It was kind of hard not to; her face graced the gossip rags in the supermarket and was all over the internet and TV.
Still, she was surprised at how gorgeous she was in person—the woman being none other than the infamous Betty Jo Barker, Beau Simon’s girlfriend.
Clear blue eyes studied Abby for a few seconds before a smile slid across Betty Jo’s face. Her skin was like porcelain, her hair shiny and black, and her generous mouth was glossed over in a shimmery clear coat. She wasn’t overdone and looked natural, but there was no doubt the woman had that extra bit of something. Abby was pretty sure that Betty Jo Barker could walk around in a burlap sack and look amazing.
Betty Jo tucked a long piece of hair behind her ear and leaned forward.
“Well, hell, you’re a bit of a surprise.”
At Abby’s sharp intake, Betty Jo held her hands up. “Trust me, that’s in a good way.”
Her voice was husky, not at all what Abby expected, but the smile seemed genuine and Abby relaxed a bit. Wasn’t everyday that she found a bona fide celebrity in her room.
“Hi,” she said hesitantly. “I’m Abby.”
The woman nodded. “Tucker’s girlfriend.”
Okay, that wasn’t exactly the response Abby had been expecting.
“No,” Abby cut in. “I’m not—“
Betty Jo’s perfectly shaped eyebrows shot up.
“I mean, we’re not—“
Betty Jo cocked her head to the side, her smile even wider. “Uh huh,” she said getting off the bed. “That’s what Tucker said too.” She pointed to the pile of clothes on the bed. “These are for you, and, I gotta say, for a woman he claims he’s not sleeping with, he sure as hell knows your size. They should fit...perfectly.”
Betty didn’t give Abby a chance to say anything as she continued, that husky voice of hers sounding like honey over burnt toast.
“We’re in the restaurant having breakfast. Do you want me to wait?” There was also a pair of golf shoes on the floor.
Throat dry, Abby barely got her words out. “Um, no. It’s fine. I’ll meet you guys down there.”
“Okay,” Betty Jo answered lightly.
Abby watched her cross the room and pause at the door. Betty Jo glanced over her shoulder, a wicked glint in her eyes that put Abby on alert. There was a reason the woman was in the news all the time, and it wasn’t just because she was dating one of the most famous movie stars ever.
“So, about Tucker and you just being friends…”
Abby watched her warily. “Yes?”
Betty’s face broke wide open into a grin. “It’s okay honey, I didn’t believe him either.”
Chapter Five
“Your girlfriend is hot.”
Tucker glanced up as Betty Jo slid into the seat across from him and reached for the piece of toast his brother, Beau, held.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he retorted.