Page 39 of A Little Bit Engaged
Her mouth gaped. “Why would someone threaten you?”
“Not me.” He sat next to her. “You.”
Her mouth dropped open even more. “Why? I’m nobody.”
“You’re not nobody.” He held her hand, and she fought the urge to lace her fingers with his. “People are upset I’m not marrying Caitlin.”
If Caitlin had been truthful, none of this would be happening. “It’s probably a teenage fan who doesn’t know how to handle her emotions.”
“That’s what Caitlin said when I called her a little while ago.”
Cara hadn’t realized they’d spoken.
“They call our fans the Braits. They are loyal and rabid. Some are young. But I’m not taking the threats lightly,” he added. “A security team I used last year is arriving later today. Until then, we’re not going anywhere.”
This was stupid. Cara wrapped her arms around her waist. She wanted only to survive this mess with her reputation in one piece, not shattered like broken glass to be crushed into tinier bits. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I have two days off from the bookstore, but the Bay View House—”
“Can wait. The threats could be serious.”
Cara trusted him, knew he’d keep her safe if need be, but she hated being in this position. “What else did Caitlin say?”
Brody hesitated.
That wasn’t a good sign. “Tell me.”
“I asked her to reach out to her fans and tell them to stop threatening her twin, but she thought that would send a mixed message.”
“Even if her remaining silent means I could be hurt?”
Brody nodded.
Thanks, Sis. Okay, the threats were most likely from overzealous wannabes who worshiped Caitlin and were all talk. Nothing would happen beyond the internet. But Caitlin’s complete disregard and inaction went beyond her normal self-centeredness. Cara hoped her sister had a good reason for not even attempting to rein in her followers. “I guess we’ll have more time to finish the puzzle.”
Raising her hand to his mouth, he brushed his lips across her knuckles. “That’s the right attitude.”
Maybe, but the tingles she felt wouldn’t do at all. She pulled her hand from his—an act of self-preservation for her sanity and her heart—and stood. “I’m going to get dressed and see if any new job listings have been posted online. I didn’t have time to do that yesterday, though if my interview goes well on Friday…”
“It will. They’d be crazy not to hire you.”
Having Brody around screwed with her emotions and senses, but he was good for her confidence. She appreciated the boost. “I hope you’re right.”
“You’ll see. And when you get the job, I’ll take you out to celebrate.”
“If we’re allowed to leave the condo,” she joked. “But if not, we can order in.”
“We’ll figure something out. By the way, Caitlin told me something else. The feedback about her film after the red-carpet premiere was worse than the screening. This had the director’s recut ending, so the outlook is grim, but she thought the photos of us kissing looked real.”
“Well, we were really kissing.”
His grin widened, and Cara imagined his lips against hers again. Heat built inside her. If she leaned forward…
“That’s what I told her.” He made her sit. “She asked if I liked kissing you.”
Cara’s throat clogged. She swallowed. “What did you say?”
“That I did, and you were a great kisser.”
“That was nice of you.”
