Free Close Enough to Touch by Victoria Dahl Page A

do? Punch someone?”
    “Not this time, no.”
    Cole was glad he didn’t have any coffee in his mouth. He choked
on nothing instead. “When did you last punch somebody?”
    “At work? Probably five years ago.”
    He looked down at her small, pale hands. They didn’t look like
much, but she was wearing a couple of clunky rings that might do damage. “I had
no idea Hollywood was a more glamorous version of a cage fight. Or a bunkhouse,
come to think of it.”
    “I don’t like it when men stick their hands up my skirt.”
    “They do that often, do they?”
    “Not after that,” she said with a grin.
    He winked and turned away to finish off the eggs. What idiot
would be stupid enough to try something like that? Grace Barrett looked like
she’d shove a makeup brush up your ass if you touched her without invitation.
Then again, he knew firsthand that some people in Hollywood were so arrogant and
narcissistic that signals ceased to exist for them. A fist across the jaw was
the most subtle thing they could understand.
    “So this time?” he asked as he piled two plates high. “What
happened this time?”
    “I said I’d already eaten.”
    Her words didn’t match up with the light in her eyes as he slid
the plate toward her. He wanted to tell her she wasn’t in L.A. anymore and she
could eat real food now. But he knew enough about women to lie. “I was already
cooking. It’s the light plate today. Only three eggs and no toast.”
    “You really do eat like a lumberjack,” she said, though she dug
into her eggs right away.
    “Lumberjacks are pussies.”
    She slapped a hand to her mouth to cover her laugh, and that
made Cole smile so hard he felt like a fool. It felt like triumph, making this
girl laugh. Like a prize. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to make
her moan. Damn.
    “So what got you fired this time?” he pressed. He didn’t have
to be told that she was an expert at dropping subjects. But she gave in more or
less gracefully this time.
    “I was working on a movie set. I’d been doing pretty well this
year, trying to keep my head down.”
    “No punching?”
    “No punching. And I got an amazing gig, working on a big film.
Working with the stars of a big film, not just the secondaries, you know? I
won’t say who it is, but the starring actress is one of America’s sweethearts.
And she seemed perfectly nice. Quiet. Polite. And with a couple of fading
bruises on her neck. Whatever, though. People are kinky. If she liked a little
choking during sex, it’s none of my business.”
    Cole coughed and reached for his coffee as his eyes watered.
“Sure,” he finally managed to say.
    “But one day the producer came to the trailer while I was
working on her. He was her boyfriend. It was an open secret. And she flinched
when he gestured. That was it. Just a tiny flinch I wouldn’t have noticed if I
hadn’t been working on her eyes. The next week, her lip was a little swollen.
And when he came to the trailer and started berating her about something, I
couldn’t keep myself from calling him on it.”
    “The producer.”
    She glared at him. “An abusive ass is an abusive ass.”
    Cole raised a conciliatory hand. “I agree. I’m just impressed
you were brave enough to say something.”
    Grace snorted. “It’s not bravery. I don’t think about it. I
just blow up. Anyway, I cursed him out and told him what I thought of him. He
fired me immediately.”
    “And?” he asked, aware of the weight in her words.
    “And I told him I’d file a complaint with the union. He said
he’d ruin my career, and I said I’d tell the press. Unfortunately, I was the one
who was bluffing.”
    “You didn’t tell anyone?”
    “Nobody would’ve cared. I could’ve told the tabloids about what
I’d seen, and who would it have hurt? Her, maybe. Definitely me. And definitely not him, because he would’ve found some way to
prove it wasn’t true. So here I am.”
    “You couldn’t get another job?”
    “It was