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We say good bye and hang up. I flop dramatically back onto the soft couch cushions, beyond exhausted.

“She’s going to tell him when he gets up. She only knew because she has Drew and me on Google Alerts and her phone blew up when the article hit. In fact, I’m going to set that up on my phone too, so I don’t get any more surprises in business meetings.” I fumble with my phone until I get the alerts in place.

“That makes sense,” Leah says. “Now, let’s have some of this awesome chocolate cake and drink ourselves silly.”

“I’ll toast that.” We clink glasses and I throw back the rest of my margarita.





Chapter 17



beep beep beep beep

What the heck? I fumble around in the dark hotel room, trying to figure out what the hell is making that noise.

Ouch! Dammit!

I clutch my foot, having stubbed my toe on a piece of furniture. Armoire maybe?

Limping out into the living area, the blue glow of my iPhone lets me know where the noise is coming from.

beep beep beep beep

Has the thing lost its ever-loving mind? After Leah left yesterday afternoon, I passed out on the couch for a few hours, then did some work on my laptop for Vertigo. Stupid jetlag kept me awake until almost 3am, and now it’s only… I check the time on my phone, 5am. Wonderful, two whole hours of sleep.

I snatch the phone off of the table and focus on the screen.

Google Alert – Sydney Tannen

Google Alert – Andrew Forrester

I freeze in place. What can it be? I didn’t go anywhere or do anything yesterday. Only to work and then lunch with Leah, which we didn’t even finish.

I should just go back to bed and look later. The thought of what could be on there makes me physically ill. I walk back to the bedroom with the phone and flop down onto the huge bed. I know I won’t be able to fall back asleep either way, so I may as well get it over with. New Sydney doesn’t care, right?

I click the link on my own name first and wait for the browser to connect. I see the name of the website and start freaking out. It’s the scary accurate one. The maybe-they’re-spying-on-me website. I swallow and click the link.



CelebCast- www.celebcast.com – Tannen/Sydney



Sydney Tannen Doesn’t Want Andrew Forrester to know about Nightclub Tryst with Adam Reynolds

CelebCast has the exclusive inside story of the Sydney Tannen/ Andrew Forrester/ Adam Reynolds love triangle. A source in their inner circle tells us that Tannen is extremely upset that Forrester will react badly when he sees the photos of her and Reynolds together at club Low Rent in London the other night. She was frantically attempting to do middle of the night damage control with Forrester’s people to prevent him from getting the idea that she and Reynolds are a couple, which she adamantly denies.



Tannen claims she didn’t know that Reynolds was going to be at the club that night. Her good friend is dating actor Ryker Bancroft and Bancroft is supposedly the one who invited Reynolds to join them at Low Rent. Reynolds is currently writing the soundtrack for the second installment in Bancroft’s Quantum Stranger trilogy that is being filmed in London, which is how the two met.



The insider also tells CelebCast that Tannen is the one who decided to take time off from her and Forrester’s tumultuous relationship to try to adjust to life in the public eye after having remained out of sight for the last twelve years. His hot temper in the aftermath of the attempt on her life coupled with the extreme panic attacks that Tannen had been experiencing proved to be too much for her to handle.



We also know that Tannen will be in London for several months to head the remodel and relaunch of the Warren Hotel chain’s London nightclub. Tannen was the lead designer for the redesign of the hotel’s flagship location in New York City, where she created the impressive look for the new Verve nightclub. Vertigo, the sister location in London, is the next design venture for the young Sydney Tannen. Hopefully, the launch party for Vertigo goes better than the one for Verve. Although if things continue as they are, we can expect to see some interesting exchanges that night.



I’m speechless. I think I’m actually going to die of speechlessness. Is that possible? If it is then dig my grave and roll me in.

I’m being spied on. There’s no doubt in my mind anymore. Someone at this website is monitoring me. How else would they know so many accurate private details? Leah wouldn’t tell them, and she wasn’t even present for any of the conversations that I had with Drew that they got information from.

I look at my phone. Can they put a bug on my phone? I don’t know anything about any of this secret agent crap. I pry off the battery cover and pull it out. I don’t see any pieces that don’t belong. Shoving it back together I get out of bed and throw on some running clothes, a hat and my iPod. Two hours of sleep or not, I need to think and this is the only way I know how.