Your Endless Love (The Bennett Family, #9) by Layla Hagen

Author:Layla Hagen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, romance series, family saga romance, funny romance, billionaire romance
Publisher: layla hagen
Published: 2018-02-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Alex

I love photo shoots. Not because I enjoy having my photo taken, but because it doesn’t require talking, answering questions... or fielding them.

“That’s a wrap.” The photographer holds her thumb and forefinger in a circle, smiling.

“Thanks, Rebecca.”

“Always a pleasure working with you. You’ve killed it, Westbrook. I swear you look hotter every year. Readers will eat this up. Wanna go out for a drink?”

“No can do. Still have to get to a radio interview. Evening slot.”

I scratch my jaw because they wanted a one-day beard for the shoot and my skin is itchy as hell.

“How long are you in town?” She plays with her hair, looking me up and down. She’s been hitting on me ever since I arrived. We’ve known each other for years, but this is the first time she’s come on to me.

“I’ve got every minute planned.”

The guys in charge of lighting start dismantling the equipment, and we move out of the way.

“You seeing someone new?” she asks.

“No.” The lie feels bitter on my tongue. For someone who slips into other people’s skins for a living, this should come easy. But I don’t like playing pretend in my real life. “But I’m laying low for a while.”

“Your loss, big boy. D’you need a ride to the radio station?”

“Thanks, but my manager already arranged for one. Do you know where they put my jacket?”

“I’ll bring it for you.” With a wink, she takes off in the direction of the changing rooms.

The studio is a blur of activity even this late in the evening. They have four adjacent sets, and the other three are still in action, the hair and makeup team running between them for retouching. The air is thick with the smell of hairspray and nail polish. The constant buzz of voices is wearing me down.

Rebecca returns holding my jacket.

“Here you go, mister. And if you change your mind, let me know.” When I don’t answer, she adds, “Good luck with the interview.”

After bidding goodbye to everyone on set who doesn’t have their hands full, I step outside. My car, a black sedan, is already waiting in the front, but I don’t climb in yet. I fill my lungs with fresh air. Well, fresh is relative considering the constant stream of cars, but it’s better than the stale air inside. And I much prefer the air in Chicago in July than in New York. I flew in yesterday from New York, and the humidity was insane.

I step out of the way of a hurried teenager, who has his earbuds on and his eyes on the screen of his phone. That’s a disaster waiting to happen. I barely form the thought when the guy veers left into a side street... and walks right into a water hydrant. Ouch.

Stifling my laughter, I climb inside the car. I take out my phone, and almost call Summer to tell her about the water hydrant incident before I remember she’s with her sisters.

As a general rule of thumb, I dislike interviews, but radio interviews are the lesser of all evils.

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