driver of the limo had opened up the doors of the vehicle and people were beginning to spill out while the paparazzi jostled each other for shots. Two women rolled out, then Bonner and couple of guys with cigarettes in hand, and then another guy who looked like a stoner they had picked up at the beach. And finally, Miss Audrey LaRue, the woman for whom Mitzi would sell her firstborn if it would convince the media that she was the World’s Biggest Pop Star.
She might be that, but Jack was also reminded that she was just about the hottest woman walking on the planet today. He was both pleased and a little chagrinned that he had not embellished a thing about her body in his memory. Slender frame. Long legs. Silky hair and a mouth that could make a guy hard just looking at it.
She was wearing enormous shades, a beat-up cowboy hat, denims that looked ancient (for which she’d probably paid a fortune), a white cowboy shirt tied in a knot just below some very nice breasts that he fondly remembered squeezed up against his chest. And of course, she had on the obligatory cowboy boots.
She was also carrying a purse the size of Kansas. What was it with women and purses?
Audrey didn’t seem to notice the frenetic activity around her as the paparazzi snapped photos and people grabbed bags and a couple of guitar cases. She was talking on her hands-free cell phone, the little mic curved around to her mouth. She seemed completely oblivious to the world as she began to move toward the plane, her free hand slicing through the air as she carried on a very animated conversation. She paused only once, glanced over her shoulder and shouted something at someone as cameras clicked, then turned and continued on her way, still talking.
She strode across the tarmac with legs that looked to be about ten feet long, her free arm swinging, her mouth moving with every step until she came to a halt directly in front of Jack and glanced up.
He smiled. “ Hey .”
“Hello.” She kept her eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. “Look, I have to go,” she said.
“Go where?” he asked, momentarily confused.
She pointed a perfectly manicured finger to the little mic. “I’ll call you later to see what’s going on, okay?”
She wasn’t talking to him, but Jack was pretty sure she was looking at him, although it was hard to tell behind those ridiculous shades.
“Okay, yeah. Later,” she said. Her phone call apparently over, she reached into the enormous leather state-of-Kansas she had slung over her shoulder. “So. You’re going to keep the freaks away from me, right?” she asked.
Sort of an odd way to start the conversation. “Yes.”
“Great,” she said, and produced, of all things, a tiny little black-and-white fur ball. “Will you see to it that he is walked before we take off? Also, I’d like some chilled bottled water.”
Jack was stunned.
Audrey thrust the leather bag and dog at him. Not a dog, really, but a wind-up toy that growled and wore his fur in a stupid red bow above his eyes.
“Hello?” Audrey demanded.
“Excuse me?” Jack asked. “You want me to what ?”
“Just make sure Bruno gets walked,” she said again, putting the dog down this time.
“What is Bruno?”
“A Havanese. Here is the leash.”
“Wait, wait,” Jack said. “You don’t have someone to do this?” he asked, horrified that she would expect him to walk something, much less something trying so hard to be a dog.
“I’ve got a lot of people to do it,” she said meaningfully, and held out the leash again.
Jack glared at her. But he took the leash. And the little rat at his feet began to paw his leg.
“Oh, and don’t forget the water,” she said. “Thanks.” And with that, she jogged up the steps and disappeared into the interior of the plane.
Jack didn’t move. He was actually incapable of moving, he was so taken aback. Had she really just done that? Had she really just pushed her living toy off on him?
“ Diva ,” he
She might be that, but Jack was also reminded that she was just about the hottest woman walking on the planet today. He was both pleased and a little chagrinned that he had not embellished a thing about her body in his memory. Slender frame. Long legs. Silky hair and a mouth that could make a guy hard just looking at it.
She was wearing enormous shades, a beat-up cowboy hat, denims that looked ancient (for which she’d probably paid a fortune), a white cowboy shirt tied in a knot just below some very nice breasts that he fondly remembered squeezed up against his chest. And of course, she had on the obligatory cowboy boots.
She was also carrying a purse the size of Kansas. What was it with women and purses?
Audrey didn’t seem to notice the frenetic activity around her as the paparazzi snapped photos and people grabbed bags and a couple of guitar cases. She was talking on her hands-free cell phone, the little mic curved around to her mouth. She seemed completely oblivious to the world as she began to move toward the plane, her free hand slicing through the air as she carried on a very animated conversation. She paused only once, glanced over her shoulder and shouted something at someone as cameras clicked, then turned and continued on her way, still talking.
She strode across the tarmac with legs that looked to be about ten feet long, her free arm swinging, her mouth moving with every step until she came to a halt directly in front of Jack and glanced up.
He smiled. “ Hey .”
“Hello.” She kept her eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. “Look, I have to go,” she said.
“Go where?” he asked, momentarily confused.
She pointed a perfectly manicured finger to the little mic. “I’ll call you later to see what’s going on, okay?”
She wasn’t talking to him, but Jack was pretty sure she was looking at him, although it was hard to tell behind those ridiculous shades.
“Okay, yeah. Later,” she said. Her phone call apparently over, she reached into the enormous leather state-of-Kansas she had slung over her shoulder. “So. You’re going to keep the freaks away from me, right?” she asked.
Sort of an odd way to start the conversation. “Yes.”
“Great,” she said, and produced, of all things, a tiny little black-and-white fur ball. “Will you see to it that he is walked before we take off? Also, I’d like some chilled bottled water.”
Jack was stunned.
Audrey thrust the leather bag and dog at him. Not a dog, really, but a wind-up toy that growled and wore his fur in a stupid red bow above his eyes.
“Hello?” Audrey demanded.
“Excuse me?” Jack asked. “You want me to what ?”
“Just make sure Bruno gets walked,” she said again, putting the dog down this time.
“What is Bruno?”
“A Havanese. Here is the leash.”
“Wait, wait,” Jack said. “You don’t have someone to do this?” he asked, horrified that she would expect him to walk something, much less something trying so hard to be a dog.
“I’ve got a lot of people to do it,” she said meaningfully, and held out the leash again.
Jack glared at her. But he took the leash. And the little rat at his feet began to paw his leg.
“Oh, and don’t forget the water,” she said. “Thanks.” And with that, she jogged up the steps and disappeared into the interior of the plane.
Jack didn’t move. He was actually incapable of moving, he was so taken aback. Had she really just done that? Had she really just pushed her living toy off on him?
“ Diva ,” he
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