Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,79
I slowly turn, and find Tyler standing on the road talking to the same reporter who showed up in the van at Kylee’s house last week.
“Everything is fine,” I tell him as his warning once again circles my brain.
He fights dirty, will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.
Tyler hasn’t asked anything of me. In fact, he’s the one who jumped in to protect me. I didn’t ask him to. He did it of his own volition. We’ve been having fun, getting to know each other—getting to know myself. The rumors are wrong. I know it deep in my heart. Tyler is a good guy, one of the best guys I know. Besides, I know all about rumors and the validity behind them. I’ve been the victim of many myself. Untruths printed about me to drum up business for television and magazines.
When I first met Tyler, all I knew was what was said about him, the fight between him and my brother that fueled sales. But he can no longer say I don’t know anything about him, because I do. He’s shared a side of himself with me that had to be difficult, a side, I suspect, he’s never shared with another.
“I need a quick break,” I say and step away. I smooth my damp hands over my jeans as I walk to my trailer. The second I lift my head, I spot movement, and from the corner of my eye, I see a young man dart into the woods. My heart jumps into my throat and I glance around, but Tyler is still talking to that reporter. I swallow the lump in my throat, and open the door to my trailer, stepping inside and locking it behind me. I lean against it and glance around. Nothing is out of the ordinary and from first glance it doesn’t look like anything’s been taken.
I scan the counters, searching for a note, and I take a fast, relieved breath when my search comes up empty. I push off the door, and quietly walk down the hall, to check the other rooms. I drop down onto the sofa and that’s when I notice something written on the mirror of my makeup table.
Coming for you.
My heart seizes, and my hands fly to my mouth at the same time my door rattles. I stiffen, and stand quietly to peer out the small window. Relief rolls through me when I find Shannon standing outside, glancing over her shoulder. She looks like she’s about to dart off when I unlock the door and open it.
“Shannon,” I say. We don’t normally lock our trailer doors, but its courtesy to knock first. “What’s going on?”
Instead of answering, she says, “Haven, what is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I don’t want to tell her. I can’t let anyone know what’s going on, but I’m so shaken up, it’s hard to hedge right now. She does a fast glance around and when she sees the mirror, she gasps and takes my hand in hers.
“What is going on?”
“I don’t know,” I say, as she looks at me with motherly concern. It’s true, I’ve never been a great judge of character, but Shannon has always been nice to me. She’s the one person I like and trust. “Just some strange letters.” I swallow down my fear and add, “I’m sure it’s just someone playing a joke.”
She shakes her head. “You have to go to the police, Haven. You have to report this.”
“No, you know as well as I do that if I report this I might never work again. I’ve been bringing nothing but trouble to the set.” The thoughts of never working again suddenly isn’t so scary. Being here with Tyler, I’ve come to discover so much about myself, so much about my wants and likes outside of show business. My heart squeezes a little at that knowledge. He’s taken me to so many places, shared so much of his life with me, and even brought me into his family. How the hell can I walk away from that? I’m not sure, but I do have an obligation to the cast and crew to finish this movie, and I can’t let anything interfere. Maybe I should call my brother to see if he has any enemies—outside of Tyler that is.
A knock sounds on my door, and I jump up. “Haven, it’s me,” Tyler says, announcing himself before he opens the door. His eyes go wide when he sees