Love and Rumors: A Summer Sisters Beach Reads Contemporary Romance (The Summer Sisters Book 1) (26 page)

His game was still on, but all he could think of was the hurt look in Hailey’s eyes when she’d left him at his cottage hours ago. He checked his phone for a text from her and got tired of wading through the incessant stream of texts from people he’d never get around to blocking. Definitely time to ditch the number.

“Do you have a burn phone?” he asked Jessica. He waved his hand. “Never mind. You’re probably the one who gave out this number, anyway.”

“You were ignoring my calls.”

Carefully, he unclenched his hand from around the glass of scotch.

“So?” Jessica asked. “What do you want? Other than to have that waitress come by and rape you with her eyes again.”

“Jessica...”

“She was undressing you. Why do you think she came undone? You’re such a
bad
boy
.” Jessica’s voice had turned to a low, promiscuous growl full of promise that would make most men run to the washroom in search of condoms. “
So
, what do you want?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Finn angled a shoulder to block the sight of the cameras to his right. “I want to be like Julia Roberts.”

Jessica tossed her head back, her perfect hair bouncing as she let out a loud trill of laughter, her fingers lightly touching her throat. She leaned forward, the smile still on her face. “Hon,” she said, her voice serious, “I hate to break it to you, but you’re no Julia Roberts. That girl put in her time. She stayed focused on her goal and worked her fingers off while protecting her girl-next-door image. That woman knew who she was at all times—cute and fun with a giant laugh. Easy to love. Whereas you are a bad boy. One who is suddenly a Boy Scout with a degree in art who saves turtles that are uglier than Christopher Walken.”

“It’s not a degree.” Finn forced himself to lay his hands flat on the table. “It’s a minor in film studies.”

“You’re not big enough, Finn. Not solid enough to be
yourself
. Or for that matter, to shun big stars from being in your life. There’s no room for a real life.”

“Julia married the grip, had a family, lives a quiet life. Her life is real
and
she’s A-list. That’s what I’m talking about.”

“You are not marrying the grip.” Jessica grabbed his hand, her nails digging into his skin. “You haven’t put in the time. Your audience isn’t going to follow this sudden move. This is a departure from who you’ve been, and they’re going to be confused. It would be like Coca-Cola suddenly going on an antisugar campaign.”

“It’s hardly the same.”

“You can’t marry the paparazzo. She’s a nothing. A nobody.”

“Why not? You sleep with them.”

Jessica sucked in a breath, her eyes flashing. “Being in bed with someone from a business perspective is a lot different than setting up house.”

“Since when does the world get to decide how I live my life?”

“Since the moment you stepped into the limelight and other people’s income began to depend upon what you do there.”

Finn closed his eyes and let the scotch burn a path down his throat, before waving for a second drink.

The waitress brought him another, shooting a worried glance at Jessica. Yeah, she had a right to be worried. Jessica chewed up the world and regurgitated it for lunch.

A new round of flashes snapped off beside him as he started his second drink. The goddamn paparazzi. He was ready to throw a table through the window to make them go the hell away.

“Live your real life in the background,” Jessica said. She stroked the top of his free hand, which clenched under her grip. “Once you are solidly A-list.”

“And when will that be?”

“Right around the time you ask me back,” she said with a sly smile.

“That would be rather awkward. You and me and Hailey all living together in my little house. You following us around, trying to interfere and make room for yourself.”

Jessica laughed. “You really think she’s following you back to Hollywood?”

“You and I don’t belong together, Jessica.”

“Oh, I think we do.”

“Give me one solid reason.”

“Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“Why do you think they brought Tom Selleck in to date Monica on
Friends?
The same reason Derek set us up together. We’re infusing classic star and new man on the block. It boosts us both. You know, place the known with the lesser known. Cross-pollinate audiences.” She cooed and patted his hand. “Sorry, baby. Am I hurting your pride?”

“No,” he said, his voice hard. “Please continue.”

“I breathe legitimacy into your stardom by being with you. And you breathe new energy into mine.” She stood, ditching her napkin as she swiftly grabbed his face and planted a long, soulful kiss on his lips.

Hailey was going to be really, really mad when she saw this in the papers.

“And you and that girl?” Jessica said, his face in her grip. “It’ll never last. You don’t live in the same world, let alone the same country.”

* * *

Finn shoved Jessica through the throng of paparazzi and into a waiting limo, and was struck again by how different his world was when she was in it.

The way she arranged limos and paparazzi. Jessica was always working. Always building the image. Whereas he’d come here to hide out and try being human. Because really, when it came right down to it, that was the big difference between them, and why he couldn’t live a true Hollywood life.

“I’m never going to be A-list, am I?”

The flashes from the paparazzi died off as the car pulled away from the restaurant, and he blinked away the white spots in his vision.

Jessica continued looking out the window, adjusting her neckline. “Lot of rocks here, aren’t there? And not a palm tree in sight.”

Finn pushed into the seat cushions. “Maybe I need to make it public that I’m the benefactor behind my community charities.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Why not?”

“This is because of that girl, isn’t it?”

“Who? Hailey?”

“She’s going to destroy you and all you’ve worked for.”

Finn thought of all the things Hailey had changed within him over the past few days. He’d come here hoping to fix himself, and she’d taken one look at him, slapped him, and in the process somehow started to turn him around. Got his head put on straight, and pointed him in the right direction. Helluva good slap to be able to do that.

“Maybe I need to tear down this bad-boy image so I can rise again. Stronger. Better. Brighter. New.”

“You sound like a sentimental, lovesick fool purring like a friggin’ pussycat.”

“I’m serious, Jessica. Why can’t I change my image? Why can’t I somehow leverage my good deeds? Why does it have to remain a secret?”

“Because it will destroy the image that Derek and I have built.”

“Exactly.”

“What are you getting at, Finn? You signed up for this. You know this has always been a good deal for all of us.”

“You’ve never cared about the real me, Jessica. You don’t know me, love me.”

“And does
she
love you?”

“It’s all about fame and the bottom line with you. I want more.”

She squared off. “Are you really doing this sentimental shit? Why can’t you be happy with what you have in Hollywood? Why do you think you deserve love on top of it all?”

“I’m getting real, Jessica. Real with myself. My life. With what I want.” He called to the driver, “You can let me off here.”

“We’re in the middle of the woods!” Jessica exclaimed.

“I’d rather ride with the paparazzi. I can be anyone with them.”

“They’ll have forgotten you by tomorrow if you change tactics!”

“Have a nice life, Jessica.”

“Don’t ruin your career! I read that you are saving turtles and that is not acceptable! Get back in this car this instant!”

“Jessica, let’s face it. You don’t really care, and there are about a thousand young men out there who are ready to take my place. Go find one of them to be your new puppy. I’m done.” He checked his watch. “In fact, I’m very late for a date with a woman who accepts me for who I am.”

C
HAPTER
14

The early morning sun shone brightly as Hailey dropped the tabloid onto Simone’s coffee table as though it had burned her. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think.

That…that
bastard
.

And the worst part was that she deserved it for betraying him. But this wasn’t even a tit-for-tat move. It couldn’t be. There hadn’t been enough time for him to have seen her photos in
Celeb Dirt!
and retaliated by kissing Jessica at
their
restaurant in Port Carling.

“Where did this come from?” Hailey pointed to the front page photo of Jessica and Finian.

“Austin dropped it off. He said the paparazzi are still all over your lawn, too.”

Hailey sagged onto the couch and Simone joined her.

“You can hide out here as long as you’d like.”

She nodded, her stupidity burning through her. Hadn’t she known he’d do this to her? Hadn’t she known she was only a sideline distraction as his summer fling? A way to pass the time until Hollywood wanted him back?

It had felt real because he was an actor. No other reason.

At least she’d also managed to pull a punch with her own photos.

“Is this why he didn’t show last night?” Simone asked.

Hailey shrugged, blinking back tears. “I guess so.”

“You okay?”

“No.”

“What are you going to do?”

Hailey rubbed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t know. List the cottage with a Realtor?”

“No, I meant with Finian.”

“Roll over and play dead?” She gave her friend a pitiful look and moaned. “I feel like a complete loser, Simone. I promised myself I’d never fall for a summer man and his games again.”

“I know. But he was a movie star.” Simone shot her a wicked grin. “You slept with Finian Alexander.”

Hailey let out a laugh and shook her head, her eyes tearing up.

“Oh, girlie.” Simone gave her a half hug. They sat in silence for a moment. “I don’t think you should list the cottage.”

“What?” Hailey turned to face her.

“I know. You owe money and could lose everything, but don’t you think…don’t you feel…?” Simone raised her hands in question.

“Feel what?”

“That something’s going to happen?”

“Could you be a little more specific?”

Simone shrugged, her cheeks flushing. “I don’t know. It just seems like with you Summer sisters some miracle appears in the final hour, that’s all. Or maybe I’m sentimental and don’t want to see the cottage go.” She brushed off her jeans as she stood, yawning. “I’m probably just being a romantic. I’m going to go make coffee. Want one?”

Hailey nodded.

A few moments later someone knocked at the front door and Hailey glanced toward the kitchen before getting off the couch to answer it, hoping the paparazzi hadn’t found her.

“I’ll get it,” she called, as the banging became more insistent. “Wow, don’t break down the door!” Hailey wrenched it open to see a wall of paparazzi lurch forward from their spot on the sidewalk, a flurry of shutter clicks blocking out the sound of the tree frogs singing in the adjacent woods. She shielded her face and slammed the door.

The knocking started up again and Hailey peeked through the eyehole, her heart beating furiously. “Um, Simone?” she said, raising her voice to be heard across the main floor.

“Yeah?”

“Are you expecting Jessica Cartmill?”

“I’m guessing she would be here for you.”

“Great,” Hailey muttered. She opened the door, shielding her face in advance. Reaching out, she pulled in Jessica, who was wearing a typical celebrity-hiding-out getup—large sunglasses and a floppy hat. “What the hell did you bring to my friend’s door?”

“A hail storm. That’s what they’ve dubbed it.” Jessica lowered her glasses, taking Hailey in from her bare feet, up past her borrowed nightie, to her messy French twist left over from last night.

“Why are you here? How did you find me?” And why wasn’t it Finian at the door? “And thanks, by the way, for bringing the paparazzi.” She opened the door and yelled, “Get off the begonias!”

Jessica moved into the living room as if she owned it. “We need to talk about Finn.”

“No, we don’t.”

“He thinks he loves you, and he’s about to self-destruct because of that small little fact.” Jessica sounded begrudging.

Hailey opened her mouth, but so many things came to mind she couldn’t figure out which one to choose, so she shut it again.

“Why do you think he loves me?” she asked finally.

“He’s trying to sacrifice years of hard work.”

Hailey sat on the couch, trying to sort things out. Did that mean Finian saw her point of view in regards to his image? And if so, then had everything she’d felt with him actually been real? She raised a hand to her mouth. Had she just messed it all up by releasing nice-guy photos of him without permission?

No. He’d kissed Jessica last night and hadn’t come to her opening as promised.

He was still a schmuck.

“You’ve seen the side of Finian that his agent and I have been trying to hide for years. And that’s a problem.”

“It’s
his
career,” Hailey said, still trying to puzzle things out. “
His
life.”

Jessica gave a hard laugh. “Yeah, but it isn’t. Okay? Things are getting out of control with the pictures you released to
Celeb Dirt!
—oh, yes, I know it was you. It’s pretty obvious, Hailey Summer. And you’re destroying him with this. You understand?”

“What do you mean?” She needed to sit down. No, she already was sitting. She needed to lie down.

“It’s going viral,” Jessica continued. “Everyone is already yammering on about this supposed soft side to Finn.”

Hailey wrapped her arms around herself. She’d sold out the one thing that had been great about her summer. And for what? An old building on an island that she was going to lose, anyway.

She closed her eyes. She needed to talk to her sisters, sit on the dock on Nymph Island, figure everything out, and get grounded again.

Standing, she led Jessica to the door, warring with her emotions.