At Odds With the Heiress (Las Vegas Nights 1)

Or as a backup plan?

Was Logan right? Deep in her heart, was she thinking of Las Vegas as something to fill the time during the lull in her acting career? With the way her heart was skipping at the thought of going back to work in front of the camera, she had to consider if she’d been kidding herself all this time.

“It’s been seven years since I’ve done more than a guest spot here and there. What if I’m terrible?”

“Not possible.”

She covered Bobby’s hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “No one was beating down my door five years ago,” she reminded him. “There had to be a good reason for that.”

“You were turning down the parts offered.”

“Because I wanted to do something that called for me to do more than look pretty and act sexy.”

“Here’s your chance.”

“No wonder you’re the most successful producer in Hollywood.”

“I know what I want.”

“And you don’t stop until you get it.”

“Then you’ll come do the test?”

If Logan had asked her to stay, would she be at all tempted by Bobby’s faith in her? Scarlett sighed. She’d never let a man sway her decision about anything. Why was she doing so now?

“Let me talk it over with my sisters. I’ll let you know before you leave tomorrow.”

Bobby’s smile broadened with triumph. “Perfect.”

Maybe Logan had been right about the message she was sending the producer. She’d gone from a definite no to agreeing to consider a screen test.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Scarlett said, getting to her feet, “I have some party arrangements to check on. Sandy secured you an eight-thirty reservation at Le Taillevent this evening. Dinner’s on me.”

“As always you’re the perfect host.” Bobby rose to his feet and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “Chase and I are leaving at one tomorrow. Can you join us for lunch before we go?”

“Why don’t I come to your suite at eleven-thirty.”

“I’ll see you then.”

* * *

After getting Madison and her friends settled into the hotel suite with pizza and a warning to keep the music at a reasonable volume, Scarlett organized a quick dinner with her sisters in her suite at Fontaine Richesse. As the three sat down to salads topped with salmon and glasses of white wine, Scarlett quickly broached what was on her mind.

“I’ve had an offer to do a television series,” she said, sipping her wine.

As usual, Harper was the first to react. “I thought you were done with acting.”

“I was.” Scarlett heard the uncertainty in her tone and qualified her response. “I mean, I thought I was.”

“Is it an interesting part?” Violet quizzed.

“The best I’ve ever been offered.”

“A lead?” Harper was the sort who set her eyes on the top prize and wouldn’t consider anything less worth her time.

“No. It’s a small supporting role, but the character is complex and interesting.” Scarlett looked at each of her sisters. “Five years ago, even two years ago, I wouldn’t have hesitated to race back to L.A. and take the part.”

“But now?” Violet prompted. “Something’s changed?”