Typecast by Kim Carmichael Page B

public eye. Though he knew eventually his role at the bar would end up in the tabloids or on the Internet, he wouldn’t seek out the attention.
    “I remember when I was in graduate school, he showed up at my apartment and made his grilled cheese during finals.” Isaac patted his shoulder. “That was right around the time that one girl he liked dumped him.”
    “Can you call it a dumping when it’s like three dates?” Wilson helped himself to more potatoes. “This is great. Make great big vats of it.”
    Logan stabbed another morsel of meat. After that rendezvous, he had given up on the notion of someone for more than one or two nights and had made sure he was the person who vanished. The same celebrity that attracted people to him also repelled them.
    “When three dates is a record.” Isaac inched his hand toward the ketchup bottle.
    In a flash, Logan leaned over and snatched the bottle right out from under his suave scientist’s nose. “Like you’ve ever done better.” He shook his head at the owner of another one of his investments, Fluent Word Laboratories, Isaac’s nutraceutical company. “Don’t you have something to show me?”
    “We weren’t talking about me.” Isaac bent down to his laptop case and pulled out a clear plastic bag filled with small plain white bottles, tubes, and smaller individual bags of capsules. “Try the drinks and tell me what you think. They work synergistically with the supplements, and different ones will address different conditions.”
    “This has to be exclusive. I don’t want to ever see these formulations at a drugstore or on television.” Already, Isaac’s lab was making a name in the field of nutrition and antiaging, a no-brainer for Los Angeles. Add in the upscale clientele and they would have something.
    “Nope. No mass quantities. Small custom runs. Now to try another small run.” Isaac finally dug into his dish.
    Logan waited while Isaac took a bite and chewed. Speed was never his forte. “Well?” While his brother would eat anything practically off the floor, Isaac had a more refined palate as long as the dish didn’t involve ketchup. If the dish passed his criteria, they had a winner.
    The man chewed and chewed and chewed. At last, he swallowed and looked up to the ceiling.
    Logan slammed his fist into the counter. “Speak!”
    Isaac leaned back and tapped Wilson. “He’s touchy. I think someone needs more than his vitamins. I suppose the vintage babe finally stopped texting.”
    He took hold of Isaac’s collar, pulling him over. “Tell me.”
    Isaac lifted his chin. “I think if you really wanted to sleep with her, you would have. I think you let her off easy ’cause eventually you will have to see her more than three times?”
    “Did you ever think I have to see her more than three times because I’m stuck taking care of everyone, including you?” He made sure to glare.
    Isaac smiled. “I think this is one position you want to be stuck in, and remember you created it.”
    “It’s not you.” His cell phone rang, and he released his friend.
    “I bet she finally built up her courage to call her crush.” Wilson gave him a thumbs-up.
    “Not even close.” Logan shook his head at the caller ID and answered. “Please tell me there will come a day when you and I will never talk again.”
    “Getting into character I presume?” Brian huffed into the phone. “I hope that is because you are going out on location shooting a webisode, and your absence the last few days has simply been an oversight.”
    “You’re not my babysitter.”
    “I am when I am the keeper of the contracts. If I have to go with you, to make sure this gets done, then I will.”
    Logan put his hands over his eyes. His life didn’t belong to him. He had sold it. No wonder people ran from him. “Well, it’s not like she’s knocking down doors to get to me.”
    “And that is the reason she texted you twice and stalked you on social media.”
    “What do you know about