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holoprojector theyтАЩd borrowed from the campus library. тАЬNah. YouтАЩll just film
it, win an Oscar or two, and take his job. Can you imagine? A member of the
Temple on faculty?тАЭ
Jenna grinned-and bushwhacked Carl from behind while he wasnтАЩt looking,
getting in several retaliatory tickles. He twisted around and stole a kiss,
which turned into a clutch for solid ground, because she couldnтАЩt quite bring
herself to tell Carl the worst part of her news, that her aunt knew. Just how
much Cassie knew remained to be seen. And what she intended to do about it,
Jenna didnтАЩt even want to think about. So she just held onto Carl for a long
moment, queasy and scared in the pit of her stomach.
тАЬHey,тАЭ he said gently, тАЬit isnтАЩt that bad, is it?тАЭ
She shook her head. тАЬNo. ItтАЩs worse.тАЭ
тАЬCassie loves you, donтАЩt you know that?тАЭ
She looked up, blinking hard. тАЬYes. ThatтАЩs why itтАЩs worse.тАЭ
His lips quirked into a sad, understanding little smile that wrenched at
JennaтАЩs heart. тАЬYeah. I know. Listen, how about I clean up the place while
youтАЩre out, just in case she wants to visit, then when itтАЩs over, IтАЩll give
you a backrub, brush your hair, pamper your feet, spoil you silly?тАЭ
She gave him a watery smile. тАЬLover boy, you got yourself a deal.тАЭ
Then she sighed and stepped into the shower, where she could let the smile
pour away down the drain, wishing the fear would drain away with it. Christ,
what could she tell Aunt Cassie? She tried to envision the scene, quailed
inwardly. Cassie Tyrol, cool and elegant and very Parisian, despite her New
Hollywood accent and the ranch up in the hills, where Jenna had spent the
happiest summers of her life-the only happy ones, in fact, until college and
the Temple and Carl. . . . Aunt Cassie was not likely to take the news well.
Not at all. Better, of course, than her father.
Two hours later, Jenna was still quailing, despite the outward charm of her
smile for the maitre dтАЩ at LuigiтАЩs, the most fashionable of the restaurants
owned by increasingly wealthy members of New YorkтАЩs leading Lady of Heaven
Temple. It was little wonder her aunt had chosen LuigiтАЩs. Given CassieтАЩs
prominence in the New Hollywood Temple, she probably had a stakeholderтАЩs share
in the restaurantтАЩs profits. JennaтАЩs only aunt never did anything by halves.
That included throwing herself into her latest religion or making money the
way Jenna accumulated rejection slips for her screenplays.
The maitre dтАЩ greeted her effusively, by name. тАЬGood evening, Ms. Caddrick,
your auntтАЩs table is right this way.тАЭ
тАЬThank you.тАЭ She resisted the urge to twitch at her dress. Carl had, while
she showered and did her hair and makeup with the most exquisite care sheтАЩd
used in a year, worked a genuine theatrical miracle. HeтАЩd rushed over to the
theater department and liberated a costume which looked like a million bucks
and had only cost a few thousand to construct, having been donated by some New
Hollywood diva whoтАЩd needed a tax write-off. Jenna, who existed by her own
stubborn insistence on a studentтАЩs budget that did not include dinner at
LuigiтАЩs or the requisite fashions appropriate to be seen there, had squealed
with delight at his surprise.
тАЬYou wonderful idiot! If theyтАЩd caught you sneaking this out, theyтАЩd have
thrown you out of college!тАЭ
тАЬYeah, but itтАЩd be worth it, just looking at you in it.тАЭ He ran his gaze
appreciatively across her curves.