“It’s just a little segment. Not long at all. A few minutes tops.”

I let out a long breath. “Okay, I can do this.”

“Yes, you can. So make our Nick look all shiny and clean.”

A few women burst out in laughter.

“As if that’s possible,” one muttered.

I chuckled. “I work in PR. I know how the game works.”

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“Great, then let’s get started, shall we?”

I glanced down at the bag she’d brought with her, suddenly seeing it in a whole new light. For the first time in my entire life, someone was here to do my makeup. They were here to curl my hair and pick out clothes. For the first time ever...that bag was here for me.

But Stacy was just getting started.

“As for the rest of it, I don’t know what the event is. Rumor has it that Nick planned the whole thing out himself—and you know how secretive he gets when he’s planning a surprise.”

I didn’t, actually. Most of the time, I was planning it with him. Going through all the logistics while he monologued excitedly from the sofa. Never once had the surprise been for me.

A sudden stir of excitement fluttered in my stomach, but it was instantly countered with a wave of nerves. I might not know exactly what Nick was up to—but I did know Nick. The man was a fucking poster boy for the perils of ‘getting a little carried away.’

Case in point: he had once launched a hot air balloon off the top of the Empire State Building, just because his friends bet that he couldn’t land it in the Hudson. (He couldn’t.)

Without me there to rein him in...who knew what the lunatic was planning.

“Maybe I should have pushed for a long-distance relationship,” I murmured, wondering whether it would be prudent for me to go out and update all my shots. “You know, something that kept me...out of range.”

“Out of range?” Stacy repeated with a grin. “Of Nick Hunter? Is there such a place?”

Good point.

“So why are you here so early?” I asked, ignoring her question as I focused again on the bag. “Six in the morning for an evening event? Even you can’t possibly take that long.”

Instead of fighting back like usual, her lips turned up in a dangerous smile.

“Aw sweetie, I probably can’t...”

As if on cue, the elevator dinged open, and the sound of a dozen or more voices floated inside from the hall. A second later, they were followed by a dozen or more footsteps. A second after that...there was a knock on my door.

My eyes widened in disbelief, but Stacy simply grinned.

“...but I’m not the only person who knows where you live.”

Chapter 6

YOU KNOW THE HUDDLE that sports teams do at the start of every game? Right before they run out onto the field? Dozens upon dozens of people all packed together in a tight circle, all straining as far as they can to reach their hand toward the center?

Well that sports field was my tiny, tiny living room.

And that thing everyone was grabbing at in the center?

...that was me.

“I’m sorry,” I blinked in amazement as a three thousand dollar massage chair was wheeled into the room, “how did you even fit that in the elevator?”

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