Blur (Changing Colors Book 2) by N.A. Alcorn

anything. Despite the mindfuck of a situation I unknowingly walked into when I stepped foot in L.A., I still wouldn’t want to take back any second of the time I spent with Brooke in Paris.
    My chest tightens. The tone of this conversation heading towards far too friendly territory, making me forget why I shouldn’t want to talk to her, hear her laugh, hear the way her voice curves upward when I know she’s smiling.
    “That’d be him,” she answers. “Listen, I don’t mean to cut this short, but—”
    “No worries. How long is your call?”
    A door shuts in the background, followed by quick footsteps. “Should be done by two.”
    “I’ll meet you in your office in an hour.”
    “Okay. See you then.”

    Freshly showered and muscles sore, I head into Wallace & Wright Records and ride the elevator to the tenth floor. Figuring it was best to release all of this pent-up tension and frustration before meeting Brooke in her office , I probably went a little overboard on my workout. I let Claude—one of the trainers at the gym, who also happens to be an up-and-comer in the UFC circuit—kick my arse a few times in the ring. Needless to say, I’ll be hard pressed to find the motivation to get out of bed in the morning.
    Her office door is closed. I knock once. Then I’m greeted by a faint, “Come in,” on the other side of the wall. She’s standing with her back to me, body facing the windows that look out towards the Hollywood Hills. “Em, it wasn’t a big deal. I got Teddy to school on time, and Alistair ended up missing the conference call. He’s the only one who would have pitched a fit about me being a few minutes late.”
    She turns towards me, holding one finger and mouthing, “Sorry, give me one second.”
    I nod, sitting down in the leather chair across from her mahogany desk. Brooke walks along the wall of windows, holding her phone in front of her face. It’s now I realize she is actually face-timing with her sister, Ember.
    “Brooke, you know, that’s your soon to be father-in-law you’re talking about,” Ember teases, grinning at the screen. Their resemblance is uncanny except where Brooke is all wild, blonde curls and golden gaze, her sister is the darker version—straight chestnut hair and brown eyes.
    “Well, you’ve met him. So, let’s not act like he’s a fucking joy to be around,” Brooke responds. “Anyways, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you later. Give Teddy a kiss for me when he gets home from school.”
    “Thanks again for helping me today. You saved my ass. Dinner tonight?”
    Brooke shakes her head, clearing her throat. “I can’t. I’ve got plans. Tomorrow?”
    “Sounds good. Teddy will be stoked,” Ember adds, saying goodbye and ending the call.
    She sets her phone on the desk, fingers fidgeting with a few pens. “Sorry about
    that—” and before she can get another word out, her phone starts ringing. “Oh my god,” she groans, glancing at the screen. “Shit, I need to answer this. Lindsay has been demon dialing me for the past two hours.”
    “Hey, Linds—”
    Before Brooke can finish greeting her, Lindsay chimes in, “Holy motherfucking shit. I figured it out. It’s Jesse.”
    “Huh? What are you talking about?”
    “The Cockelgänger!”
    “The what?”
    Lindsay sighs heavily into the speaker. “Remember the guy I told you about? The guy who’s cock gave me déjà vu? The Doppelgänger dick—or Cockelgänger as I’m now calling it! Oh, c’mon Brooke! You don’t remember me telling you about this? For Fuck’s sake, I thought we were best friends!”
    Brooke’s face fights a smile. “Uh, Linds, I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
    “What in the hell could be more important than discussing this with me? The answer is nothing, Brookie. The answer is motherfucking nothing. And it’s Jesse. Jesse is whose cock he reminded me of. But now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think the other guy’s quite lived up to his. I mean,