heavy scents, like musk. She does like pastels. Don’t get her anything for the house. She’s way too picky and will take back what you do get her. Her ears are pierced so anything silver’s a safe bet.”
Cassie nodded. “Good advice. I think earrings would be nice.” She pushed her coffee mug aside. “I think I will have some orange juice after all.”
“I’ll get it.” Breck stood and walked toward the refrigerator. The minute his back was turned, Cassie snagged the paper lying on the table. She knew she was invading Breck’s privacy but she couldn’t help herself. She scanned it quickly as he got a glass from the cabinet and poured her orange juice into it.
When he turned to face her, Breck caught her sliding the page back across the table. Cassie gave him a guilty smile.
“Damn you, General.” Breck took two steps and snatched the page from her hands. “You are one nosy Texan.”
“How long have you been writing, Breck?”
He sat and shrugged. “A while. I mean, I’m not really writing. Just playing around with a few ideas. Nothing’ll come of it. I get bored sometimes. Especially when we’re filming. There are hours between set-ups. Some people crochet. Others read or listen to music. Me? I scribble a little here and there.”
“I used to write short stories.”
“Really? Are you any good?”
“I had a few published in the school literary magazine. I let writing drop after I came to California. Funny we should be talking about this because I decided this morning while I was running that I wanted to write again.” Cassie smiled. “I’m going to write a screenplay.”
Breck sat up, interest written all over his face. “A screenplay? I would love to sink my teeth into something like that.”
“You and I are a pretty good team, Breck. We get along well. We’re brutally honest with each other. Why don’t we play the Coen brothers and write a script together?”
He gave her a sly smile. “General, I love it when you talk dirty.”
“I mean it, Breck.” She paused. “I already have in mind the actor we’ll write it for.”
Breck leaned closer. “You’ve got my attention.”
“It’ll be for Rhett.” Cassie propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on folded hands. “We’re going to break Rhett out of his action mold and show America—no, the world—that he’s got real acting chops.”
CHAPTER 16
Cassie drummed her fingers nervously on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to change. Why did Rhett have to mention her accompanying him to Ken’s movie premiere during their poker game last night?
Ken jumped on it, telling Cassie that his wife, Melanie, happened to be shopping first thing in the morning for her own outfit. He volunteered Melanie’s services to help Cassie find something to wear. Ken called Melanie and passed his phone to Cassie in the middle of a hand, calling a halt to play until the women decided on a time and place.
And while Cassie tried to wrap up the conversation quickly, Zak Mercury glared at her the entire time. Once off the phone, Darin Hart was full of advice on how to do her makeup since the red carpet lights played havoc with everyone. He told her he’d been washed out so badly the first time he’d walked the carpet that the tabloids nicknamed him Caspar.
Rhett’s trainer, Leo, suggested Cassie go with something short to show off her toned legs. Leo thanked Cassie again for getting Rhett to run regularly and warned her to lay off anything fatty or salty at least four days before the premiere.
Cassie hated the intense attention focused on her and did everything she could to steer talk back to the game. She found it too hard to concentrate after that and begged off to go home early. Once there, she googled Melanie Cameron so she would recognize her tomorrow morning.
Melanie put the hot in hottie.
On top of that, Carreen called before poker night, wanting to discuss Rhett’s imminent break-up with Randi. Rhett had shared with his sister what he intended to do once Randi arrived in town and Carreen called Cassie with advice on how things would play out with the press. Carreen stressed how Cassie needed to be prepared for the absolute worst since Rhett would be in a cranky mood. With Rhett being Hollywood’s reigning bachelor, the media would ignite with the news.
Cassie knew nothing could prepare her for this trial by fire but knew Rhett would take the high ground, regardless of