than I thought.”
Who else would it be in the tabloids with you?
“Ooh, I know how to handle this.” I take my phone back.
Oh, that guy. That’s some random mountain man I found. He’s now my life coach. He says Eleven getting back together is a bad idea. It will mess with my juju.
“Mess with your juju?” Blake laughs.
“My juju is a very serious matter,” I say solemnly.
“How are we gonna get out of here without him seeing?” Blake asks.
“We should let him see for my plan to work.” Mason turns to me. “Where are your car keys?”
“You want to take the Maserati?” My heart thumps at the thought. “Harley will have his ex-military, special ops boyfriend with him. He’d probably be able to chase us down and kick our asses before we even hit Sunset.”
“Not if we have your car,” Mason points out.
“Let’s do this,” Blake says.
The garage has an interior door to the house, so we don’t have to go outside to get into the car and back out.
Mason asks for the keys.
“Not on your life,” I grumble.
“You know,” Blake says, “I’ve had stunt driver training for the Coby Godspeed movies. I could—”
“Not on your fucking life either. My car. My baby.”
“You don’t even know where we’re going,” Mason says.
“Tell me.”
“Actually, I might need help with that. A year ago, the Q was popular. We need somewhere there’ll definitely be paparazzi.”
“Oh, so when you say wild goose chase, you literally mean it. You want to leave a trail of paparazzi photos in our wake for Harley to follow?”
“Yep.”
I shake my head. “You’re evil, but I love it.”
We get into my car, Blake in the back and Mason in the passenger seat, and I rev the engine.
My finger pauses on the garage remote. “Are we ready?”
As they smile at me, I realize I can’t remember the last time I used my celebrity status to have actual fun. I can’t remember ever going to the paparazzi-filled places for anything other than needing publicity.
Right now, I don’t care about the exposure. I’m only interested in one thing.
Messing with Harley Valentine.
Chapter Twenty
Mason
When we pull out of Denver’s driveway, all three of us wave to Harley, laying down the challenge. His pretty-boy features turn to a scowl, but then at the last second, his lips quirk. Because he realizes what this is.
If he can track us down, there’s no doubt his prize will be our signatures on a recording contract. We just want to make him work for it first.
I thought I’d be self-conscious about being photographed, but the idea of making Harley chase us all the way around LA has all the tabloid drama and body weight issues leave my mind. Maybe that will change in a few hours when my photo is splashed all over the internet, but I’ve already filmed for Fandom. I’m in the tabloids because of our hike. This is the same shit, different day, but I get something out of this.
Denver weaves in and out of traffic expertly, and I didn’t know it could look as sexy as it does. He’s hyperfocused on the road, and the concentration line on his forehead is adorable.
I’m only mildly regretful Blake is along for the ride with us, or I’d reach over and … Well, I don’t know what I’d do. I want to jerk him off again, but I also want to get ahead of Harley. It would be a difficult choice.
The first place we plan to go to is somewhere Blake suggests. It’s an outdoor restaurant in West Hollywood famous for celebrity sightings. According to him, he has nearly all his Coby Godspeed meetings there with directors and other stars to give the movie media buzz.
We only stay at the restaurant long enough to have coffee and be photographed before we move on to the next thing.
“How do we feel about going to the Chinese Theater and taking photos with fans on the street?” I ask.
Denver’s eyes widen. “Without … like, bodyguards?”
“It’ll be fine,” I say. “We’ll park illegally and stay right near the car so we can all jump back in. We’ll be fifteen minutes tops. We only need to light up social media. Harley will hate it.”
“Ooh, we should tell them to all post it with the hashtag come find us. They’ll think it’s a challenge for the fans, but it’ll actually be for Harley,” Denver says.
“Perfect.”
Blake leans in between our seats. “One thing, though. Do you think people will start talking about a reunion if we