Star Struck by Laurelin Paige

Author:Laurelin Paige [Paige, Laurelin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lights, Camera
ISBN: 9781619220966
Amazon: B00IG1ODEY
Barnesnoble: B00IG1ODEY
Goodreads: 20818526
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2014-06-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Heather pulled her robe tighter, unable to lose the chill that had overcome her. It had been almost two years since she’d last seen her father. That time he’d shown up at a movie premiere and threatened to cause a scene if she didn’t talk to him. She’d given him money to go away, as she always did when she saw him. Why else did he ever show up?

She braced against the counter for support, her legs suddenly feeling wobbly. “How did you get in here?” He would have had to pass a security guard to get on the lot. Dean Hutchins was a crafty man though. Security rarely deterred him.

Dean pocketed the lighter he’d been playing with and held his hands out to his sides. “Now, is that any way to greet your old man?”

She glanced up at the clock on the microwave. She was due in wardrobe at exactly that moment. She didn’t have time for this.

And Seth!

He was still in the room behind her, a flimsy partition the only barrier between this part of the trailer and that. He’d hear everything, no matter how she hushed her voice.

She swallowed her sob of humiliation—she couldn’t worry about Seth now—and repeated her question. “How did you get in here, Daddy?”

Dean took one booted foot off the table and put it on the floor. “I opened the door. Didn’t even have to pick the lock this time.”

That had been nearly five years ago. When she’d done a six-week run in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof at the Ahmanson Theatre. He’d picked the lock to her dressing room, was waiting after a show. “I told you if you ever did that again I’d have you arrested.”

“But you didn’t mean it, baby doll.”

“I did mean it.” Though she wasn’t sure about that. Pressing charges against Dean would bring him into the limelight. Everyone would know about him and, subsequently, everyone would know about her. What her stock was. That she was, at heart, nothing but trash.

She always took precautions now. Lexie knew about her father, extra security was written into all her contracts. The lot was secured! “Who let you on the lot? You have to have clearance to get through security.”

Dean waggled his brows. “Guess I had clearance.”

“Tell me!”

He sighed. “Turns out the security guard is a Heather Hutchins fan—oops, I mean Wainwright. Or at least a fan of her sixteen-year-old body in a skimpy bikini.”

She knew that picture. There were few from her childhood; they hadn’t owned a camera and her mother was generally too drunk to care about preserving memories. Heather had bought a disposable camera to take candid pics with a friend. A handful happened to be taken in their swimsuits while they were tanning. If she hadn’t run far and fast from her home when her father had kicked her out, she’d have gathered all those personal items. Besides her name, she’d left a lot behind—things that Dean had sold off over the years. Wasn’t

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