have let her audition without that. Kelly strode up to the crowd, hoping she was wrong, but her when she saw her daughter as next in line she stopped short.
Sophie was wearing makeup and though it was understated, Kelly still didn’t like it. Had her ex signed the slip? Yes, she bet he did. So as not to make a scene, Kelly waited until Sophie was done.
Then she wended her way through the crowd and found her daughter.
“Sophie Lambert.”
Her daughter jumped at the sound of her name. She turned slowly to face Kelly, her expression telling Kelly that she knew she was caught.
“Hi, Mom.”
So she was going to play this cool. “I wondered why you wanted to come to the mall today.”
“Are you mad?”
“Yes I am.”
“Can I stay to find out if I’m in?” Sophie said, a hopeful look on her face.
“No.”
“Mom?”
“No. I didn’t give permission for this.”
“Dad did.”
“Then he should have been here for the competition. He shouldn’t have let you go alone. End of discussion.”
“You are the worst mother ever.”
Her daughter wouldn’t walk near her.
“Probably,” was all Kelly said before her phone rang.
***
The only part of his schedule that sounded strange to Tamra and the only one she had an issue with, was the photo shoot. A magazine was coming to do a spread and she had to contact them to know who was coming.
What a nightmare. As she threw clothes into an overnight bag, she had her cell tucked under her chin.
“This is Tamra Johnson. I do security for Colin Brennan. I need a list of the names of those who will be here for the shoot in two days.”
“That list has not been finalized,” the young girl said.
She was probably an assistant to an assistant. “When will it be finalized?”
“Probably tomorrow.”
“Can I please get a copy of the list sent to my e-mail? I need to know who will be here on the property to insure Mr. Brennan’s safety.”
“I’ll do my best.”
She gave the girl her e-mail then disconnected the call. She dropped the phone on the bed, then realized she needed to update Kelly. She picked up her phone, hit the speed dial and then closed her suitcase.
She held the phone in one hand as she flipped the bag over her shoulder with the other.
Kelly’s voicemail picked up. Odd.
“Hey, Kel. Colin wants to sleep in his penthouse in New York tonight. I’ll talk to building security on my way there, but I think the place is locked up tight. Not really concerned about it. You can call me back or I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
Colin met her at the top of the steps and reached for her bag. “I can do it.”
“I know. You can probably kick my ass, but I was raised a gentleman. I’ll carry your bag.”
She looked at him, his hand outstretched. “I can do this.”
Brushing past him, she walked down the steps.
“Do you ever ask for help?”
“In my job.”
“But not in your personal life. What is it like to go through life not needing anyone?”
She didn’t answer him because her phone rang. “Hi, Kelly.”
“Sorry I didn’t answer. I was in a noisy mall.”
“Mall?”
“Long story. I’ll fill you in when I’m calmer.”
“Sophie?”
“Of course. Let me know the name of the building and I’ll check it out on the internet. I’ll be home in five minutes.”
“What’s the name of the building you live in?” she asked Colin who was now standing next to her.
“I’ll give you the name if you give me your bag.”
She huffed, then frowned before handing him her overnight bag. He told her the name. She told Kelly and they disconnected.
“Now, let’s go,” Colin said leading her out of the
Sophie was wearing makeup and though it was understated, Kelly still didn’t like it. Had her ex signed the slip? Yes, she bet he did. So as not to make a scene, Kelly waited until Sophie was done.
Then she wended her way through the crowd and found her daughter.
“Sophie Lambert.”
Her daughter jumped at the sound of her name. She turned slowly to face Kelly, her expression telling Kelly that she knew she was caught.
“Hi, Mom.”
So she was going to play this cool. “I wondered why you wanted to come to the mall today.”
“Are you mad?”
“Yes I am.”
“Can I stay to find out if I’m in?” Sophie said, a hopeful look on her face.
“No.”
“Mom?”
“No. I didn’t give permission for this.”
“Dad did.”
“Then he should have been here for the competition. He shouldn’t have let you go alone. End of discussion.”
“You are the worst mother ever.”
Her daughter wouldn’t walk near her.
“Probably,” was all Kelly said before her phone rang.
***
The only part of his schedule that sounded strange to Tamra and the only one she had an issue with, was the photo shoot. A magazine was coming to do a spread and she had to contact them to know who was coming.
What a nightmare. As she threw clothes into an overnight bag, she had her cell tucked under her chin.
“This is Tamra Johnson. I do security for Colin Brennan. I need a list of the names of those who will be here for the shoot in two days.”
“That list has not been finalized,” the young girl said.
She was probably an assistant to an assistant. “When will it be finalized?”
“Probably tomorrow.”
“Can I please get a copy of the list sent to my e-mail? I need to know who will be here on the property to insure Mr. Brennan’s safety.”
“I’ll do my best.”
She gave the girl her e-mail then disconnected the call. She dropped the phone on the bed, then realized she needed to update Kelly. She picked up her phone, hit the speed dial and then closed her suitcase.
She held the phone in one hand as she flipped the bag over her shoulder with the other.
Kelly’s voicemail picked up. Odd.
“Hey, Kel. Colin wants to sleep in his penthouse in New York tonight. I’ll talk to building security on my way there, but I think the place is locked up tight. Not really concerned about it. You can call me back or I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
Colin met her at the top of the steps and reached for her bag. “I can do it.”
“I know. You can probably kick my ass, but I was raised a gentleman. I’ll carry your bag.”
She looked at him, his hand outstretched. “I can do this.”
Brushing past him, she walked down the steps.
“Do you ever ask for help?”
“In my job.”
“But not in your personal life. What is it like to go through life not needing anyone?”
She didn’t answer him because her phone rang. “Hi, Kelly.”
“Sorry I didn’t answer. I was in a noisy mall.”
“Mall?”
“Long story. I’ll fill you in when I’m calmer.”
“Sophie?”
“Of course. Let me know the name of the building and I’ll check it out on the internet. I’ll be home in five minutes.”
“What’s the name of the building you live in?” she asked Colin who was now standing next to her.
“I’ll give you the name if you give me your bag.”
She huffed, then frowned before handing him her overnight bag. He told her the name. She told Kelly and they disconnected.
“Now, let’s go,” Colin said leading her out of the
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