Dance With Me (With Me in Seattle 12)

I can’t keep reading, and I don’t even check to see if there’s a photo.

“I can’t fucking believe it. This is a brand new email address!”

“Give it to me.”

I pass the phone to Levi.

“I’m supposed to be here on vacation, and I’m as stressed now as I ever was. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I’m done.” I’m so damn pissed, there’s a red haze covering everything. “I’m done with this whole fucked-up situation. I need to just go away where no one can find me.”

“We’ll go anywhere you want,” Levi says with a calm voice. He’s tapping the screen of my phone, and when he looks up at me, his brown eyes are compassionate and furious. “Anywhere.”

“I have a suggestion,” Natalie says. “We found a little town in Montana called Cunningham Falls. It’s beautiful and private. If you trust me, I can arrange everything. Nothing will be in either of your names, and you can just relax.”

I look at Levi.

“It’s totally up to you,” he says.

“I’m in,” I reply. “Thank you so much.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure.” Natalie waves me off. “Let me make some calls. Go ahead and pack a bag because we should have you out of here by this afternoon.”

“So soon?”

“Hell, yes, we’ll get you out of here and relaxing in no time.” Luke smiles and starts making calls. “Hey, Christian, I need your plane . . .”True to their word, Luke and Nat arranged for us to leave in less than three hours.

On a private jet.

Bound for Montana.

“Have you ever been to Montana?” Levi asks. The pilot just told us we’re about twenty minutes from landing.

“I think I did a couple concerts in Montana back in the day, but I was never there long enough to really know what city I was in. You?”

“Nope,” he replies with a grin. “It’ll be a new adventure for both of us.”

“It’s kind of exciting. I can’t believe they sent a private jet for us.”

“That’s what you do for people you love, Starla. You help them.”

I can’t look Levi in the eyes. I don’t know how comfortable I am with the L word yet.

“It was still nice of them.”

We’re circling around a little town below. The mountains we flew over to get here are gorgeous.

It feels like we’re in a different country.

The plane makes a smooth landing and taxis away from the main terminal toward an area with private planes of all sizes.

Once we’re stopped, the door is opened, and we climb out to find an SUV parked nearby with a couple standing next to it.

“Hey there, I’m Jenna Hull.”

A beautiful blond woman approaches us with a smile.

“Natalie said you’d meet us here,” Levi says. “Thank you.”

“Absolutely.” She shakes both of our hands and then turns to the man. “This is my husband—”

“You’re Christian Wolfe.” My mouth is open. I probably look like a crazy fan-girl.

I can’t help it. Christian Wolfe is my favorite actor ever. He can sing and dance, and I’ve secretly longed to work with him for as long as I can remember. He’s so damn sexy, it should be illegal.

Of course, I would never say that in front of Levi.

“Guilty,” Christian says with a smile. “And you’re Starla.”

“I’m surprised you two have never met before,” Jenna says.

“I think we’ve been at the same parties after awards shows, but no. We’ve never met.” Christian watches me with concerned blue eyes. “You okay?”

“I’m going to be great, thanks. And it’s a pleasure to meet you. I didn’t realize you and your wife were our hosts. I guess I didn’t connect the dots, but now I realize you were in a Luke Williams’ film last year.”

“And doing another one next year,” Christian confirms. “Come on, let’s get you guys settled.”

We climb into the back of the SUV, and Christian drives us away from the airport toward a big mountain.

“So, this is Cunningham Falls,” Jenna says. “It’s a small town, but we do get a lot of tourists in the summer and winter because of all the outdoor activities. It’s pretty calm right now thanks to it being the off-season.”

“I’ll need to be in touch with local law enforcement,” Levi says.

“That’s my brother, Brad. He’s the chief of police,” Jenna replies. “I’ll give you his number.”

“Perfect.”

We drive through a town that’s something out of a Hallmark movie. The downtown area is cute with plenty of shops and restaurants. The backdrop of the mountain is picturesque.

“This is beautiful.” My face is practically pressed to the window. “Didn’t Joslyn Meyers grow up here?”

Joslyn is another famous pop singer. She’s quite a bit younger than me, but she’s incredibly talented, and although I’ve only met her a couple of times, she seems nice.

“She did,” Jenna says. “We’ve had quite a few people go on to be famous. And we get our share of celebrities who come here for vacation. Some buy homes here.”