Capture Me: Alpha Billionaire Romance (Hollywood Dreams) by C.J. Thomas Page B
Authors: C.J. Thomas
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lacked in height he made up for in volume. “You too, officer. The family needs time to grieve.”
I looked over to the corner of the room where a cop folded up his notepad. Heading out, he turned to us sitting on the couch and pulled a card from his pocket. “If any of you think of anything else, please—”
Edward swiped it from the man and practically hoisted him from the room. “I’ll make sure they get what they need.”
CHAPTER 12
Liam
I pushed decline on my cell for the third time today.
Wasn’t that always the way? The person you wanted to call never did and the one you wished would leave you alone didn’t stop buzzing. How many times had Paisley called this week already? Five? Six? I’d turn the damn thing off if I wasn’t waiting for calls from ICE and Tessa.
I checked the clock on my computer—because I really didn’t want to look at my phone again. Six o’clock couldn’t happen fast enough today. Sadie was scheduled to model and I kept asking myself why the hell I hadn’t scheduled her for a morning shoot. I wanted to thank her for introducing me to Tessa and maybe get some kind of idea why she hadn’t called me back. I kept telling myself that maybe she went by the whole wait-several-days-to-get-back-to-someone-when-you-first-go-out-with-them philosophy.
My dad had always told me that if I liked a girl, go for it. I missed his advice that was anything but stereotypical. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what was generally accepted, but he figured that after making a billion with his communication companies, he could say his peace and make it mean something.
I glanced at the clock again. Sadie never showed up more than ten minutes late to a shoot without calling and it was already fifteen after. I pulled my phone out when I heard a knock at my door.
“I’m here,” Sadie said, then turned and went through the studio door.
I chuckled. If she thought she could get away before I gave her hell for her tardiness, she had another thing coming.
Sadie had always been one of my favorites. She was fun and didn’t try to complicate things by hitting on me. When she mentioned that she had a friend who I might be interested in, I figured what the hell, even after the disastrous last time a model tried to hook me up with one of her friends. She had promised that the girl was gorgeous. Problem was, her qualities stopped there. The longest conversation I had the whole evening was with the valet to pick up my car and get out of there.
I’d asked Sadie to bring Tessa by the studio sometime—to make sure we hit it off—and hadn’t thought more of it.
I was glad she had followed up on it. I just wanted to know that Tessa felt the same way.
I picked up my camera and stepped into the studio. Sadie must have already gone behind the curtain to change. The area was mostly cleared out since I had moved the props to the other side of the curtain earlier that morning to give me something to keep my mind occupied. I readjusted my green screen and paused, trying to remember what color corset I’d laid out.
“Hey, Sadie, what color—”
“Green.”
“Your mind-reading is getting better by the day.”
There was no reply except for the rustling of clothes. I set my camera down on my chair and walked over to the green screen, switching it to blue. Otherwise the corset would blend into the background and I’d be shooting little more than a few random body parts. “I was thinking about a new floating head series.”
I waited for her usual wit to kick in and reply with some quip, but there was nothing.
“You okay back there?”
“Yeah.”
I couldn’t remember her ever being so short with me. I blew out a breath and adjusted the lighting. Everything had to be twice as bright with the blue screen.
I wished I could figure out what was going on with Sadie just as easily.
I turned on the floor fans as she stepped from behind the curtain, her usual smile and light movements nowhere to be
I looked over to the corner of the room where a cop folded up his notepad. Heading out, he turned to us sitting on the couch and pulled a card from his pocket. “If any of you think of anything else, please—”
Edward swiped it from the man and practically hoisted him from the room. “I’ll make sure they get what they need.”
CHAPTER 12
Liam
I pushed decline on my cell for the third time today.
Wasn’t that always the way? The person you wanted to call never did and the one you wished would leave you alone didn’t stop buzzing. How many times had Paisley called this week already? Five? Six? I’d turn the damn thing off if I wasn’t waiting for calls from ICE and Tessa.
I checked the clock on my computer—because I really didn’t want to look at my phone again. Six o’clock couldn’t happen fast enough today. Sadie was scheduled to model and I kept asking myself why the hell I hadn’t scheduled her for a morning shoot. I wanted to thank her for introducing me to Tessa and maybe get some kind of idea why she hadn’t called me back. I kept telling myself that maybe she went by the whole wait-several-days-to-get-back-to-someone-when-you-first-go-out-with-them philosophy.
My dad had always told me that if I liked a girl, go for it. I missed his advice that was anything but stereotypical. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what was generally accepted, but he figured that after making a billion with his communication companies, he could say his peace and make it mean something.
I glanced at the clock again. Sadie never showed up more than ten minutes late to a shoot without calling and it was already fifteen after. I pulled my phone out when I heard a knock at my door.
“I’m here,” Sadie said, then turned and went through the studio door.
I chuckled. If she thought she could get away before I gave her hell for her tardiness, she had another thing coming.
Sadie had always been one of my favorites. She was fun and didn’t try to complicate things by hitting on me. When she mentioned that she had a friend who I might be interested in, I figured what the hell, even after the disastrous last time a model tried to hook me up with one of her friends. She had promised that the girl was gorgeous. Problem was, her qualities stopped there. The longest conversation I had the whole evening was with the valet to pick up my car and get out of there.
I’d asked Sadie to bring Tessa by the studio sometime—to make sure we hit it off—and hadn’t thought more of it.
I was glad she had followed up on it. I just wanted to know that Tessa felt the same way.
I picked up my camera and stepped into the studio. Sadie must have already gone behind the curtain to change. The area was mostly cleared out since I had moved the props to the other side of the curtain earlier that morning to give me something to keep my mind occupied. I readjusted my green screen and paused, trying to remember what color corset I’d laid out.
“Hey, Sadie, what color—”
“Green.”
“Your mind-reading is getting better by the day.”
There was no reply except for the rustling of clothes. I set my camera down on my chair and walked over to the green screen, switching it to blue. Otherwise the corset would blend into the background and I’d be shooting little more than a few random body parts. “I was thinking about a new floating head series.”
I waited for her usual wit to kick in and reply with some quip, but there was nothing.
“You okay back there?”
“Yeah.”
I couldn’t remember her ever being so short with me. I blew out a breath and adjusted the lighting. Everything had to be twice as bright with the blue screen.
I wished I could figure out what was going on with Sadie just as easily.
I turned on the floor fans as she stepped from behind the curtain, her usual smile and light movements nowhere to be
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