Page 70 of Love: Take Two

He looks apologetic when he fumbles in his pocket to retrieve the offending device.

"Sorry again," he offers, chagrined.

He silences it and resumes his walk to my bedroom whenmyphone starts ringing from a pile of clothes by the front door. He turns to me with a smirk.

"And you just let me apologize again."

I bat my eyelashes innocently.

"What can I say? I like a man who grovels."

He growls and gives my bottom the cutest swat, then takes another step. This time, myhomephone rings.

"What the hell?" I sigh, exasperated. "Someone is really trying to get ahold of me. The only people who have this number are—"

I scramble off his shoulders and race to the phone.

"Hello?" It's dead by the time I answer. "Shit."

Noah pulls his phone out of his pants and frowns.

"I've got five missed calls," he moans. "I think I have to take this."

I'm about to suggest he does just that when my home phone starts ringing again. I snatch up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Awa, you have to help Yong-rae!" Tabitha wails in lieu of a greeting. "We had no idea there were any cameras!"

I immediately switch into professional mode. Cameras mean pictures, video, and at this time of night,scandal.

"First off," I start, "take some deep breaths. Of course I'm going to help Yong-rae, unless he already has his own attorney."

"I don't care if he has his own attorney. He needsyou. He needs thebest, because those pictures arenothow it happened."

So pictures, then.

"OK," I console her, my voice soft. "What exactly happened?"

"Have you not seen the Post's article?" Tabitha gasps.

"Uh…" I flounder. "Did it just come out?"

"Ten minutes ago," she whimpers. "We were hanging together at my place when the news broke. Pinnacle's been calling him nonstop, but I told him not to answer until he talks to you."

Dread makes my blood run cold. What could've happened that's got the studio speed-dialing their leading man in the middle of production?

Nothing good, I presume.

"I haven't seen the article. What happened?"

Tabitha answers at the same time Noah speaks from over my shoulder.

"The Post just wrote that Yong-rae gave some nightclub owner a black eye. There are pictures of the altercation, and apparently the owner is pressing charges."

Merde.

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