“How long has Shane been your agent?” As an agent, he was only in this to line his own pockets. He needed Tori healthy, but that didn’t mean he was watching out for her the way he should be.
“Shane? Only a few weeks. It was right before the accident. My first agent was a lawyer friend of my parents. She was nice but kinda clueless. Shane said the sponsors I have came to me in spite of her, and he said that’s not the way it’s supposed to work.”
“Do you like him?”
Nora gave her a curious look. Tori thought for a moment before answering.
“I guess. But he’s always traveling, so I don’t see him much.”
Mellie, I can’t be here every freaking minute to hold your hand. Grow up, do what people tell you to do and stop asking about when you’ll get home. You’ll get there when you get there, okay?
“That didn’t really answer my question, Tori. Do you like him? And Gary? Do you miss your family? Do they ever visit? When were you home last?” Tori frowned at the burst of personal questions, and Nora jumped in.
“Don’t mind her, honey. She doesn’t function real well in the morning. I think what she meant to ask was, are you okay?”
Nora gave Mel a hard look. Using the code question wasn’t exactly subtle. That was how Luis and her cousins gauged Mel’s stress level—their subtle way of asking if she was at a two or an eight. And, yes, even at this hour, her number was in the danger range. Between sexy dreams, arrogant men and a girl in trouble, she was spending too much energy fighting off the past. She took a deep breath and nodded to her cousin. She could step back. She had to.
Tori looked confused and gave another shrug. That seemed to be the kid’s go-to move when she wasn’t sure of herself.
“Am I okay? Sure, I guess.” She picked at a cuticle on her thumb. “I miss my family.”
“They don’t visit?”
Another shrug.
“When they can. They’re in Cleveland. They try to come every other weekend, but it doesn’t always work.”
“Why do your rehab so far from home?”
“It was Shane’s idea. He says my friends are a bad influence on my career.”
Mellie, forget your stupid prom, okay? You’re going to be partying in Morocco while those losers listen to canned music in a smelly gymnasium. Seriously, where would you rather be?
Why were Shane and Gary intentionally isolating this girl?
“Hey, Nora, would you mind showing Tori some cool-down stretches for a few minutes? And maybe get her a glass of juice? I have to run downstairs.” She stood and turned for the door before remembering her fresh-out-of-bed appearance. She was too angry to waste time going upstairs to change. What she was about to do didn’t require anything more than the ability to deliver some very pointed words. She grabbed a loosely woven blue sweater that was draped over a chair. It fell to her thighs. She often wore it at night when she was watching television, because it was so big she could curl her legs up underneath it.
Her bed-head hair was hopeless, so she stuffed it under a Gallant Lake ball cap she kept on hand for late-night walks. Luckily she always kept lipstick by the front door, so she glammed up her look with a splash of matte pink. She flashed the girls a quick smile and was out the door before Nora could ask any of the questions clearly burning her lips.
Shane was alone at a table, which was good. His table was all the way to the front of the busy coffee shop, which was not good. She was going to have to march across the shop looking like a Gallant Lake vagrant. His head came up the minute she stepped out of the back hall and into the café. Hoo-boy, she’d forgotten how intense those blue eyes were. Something warmed deep in her belly, and she almost stumbled when she recognized it as desire. She was not supposed to be feeling desire for anyone, damn it. She narrowed her eyes, but that just made him smile.
By the time she got to his table, she was fuming and he was fighting laughter.
“That’s quite a look. Are you entering the witness protection program? Do you need a ride to the bus station?”
“I might need protection with you...” As soon as the words were out, she knew they were a mistake.
“I think it’s a little early in our relationship to be discussing protection, don’t you?”
“Ha ha.” She reached for an empty chair, and Shane leapt to his feet to hold it for her, not releasing it until she was seated. The looks of a bad boy with the manners of a gentleman. It was a heady combination, and her brows furrowed as she tried to remember why she was here. Oh, yeah—Tori.
He’d returned to his own chair, nodding to Cathy working behind the counter. She waved, already filling a mug for Mel. She brought it to the table with a plate of mini scones.
He sat back and waited. He was good at that—waiting for the other person to speak. She was tempted to see how long he’d hold out, but this was too important.
“Why are you isolating Tori from her family and friends?”
His brows shot upward and his mouth dropped open, then he scowled at her.
“Is that what she told you?”
“No, she didn’t tell...well, yes, she did in a way, but only in answer to my questions.”
He shook his head, looking at the ceiling before meeting her gaze. “Why do you care so much about this kid, Mellie?”
“Don’t call me that.” Her voice was sharper than she intended. She’d left Mellie behind when she’d walked away from the make-believe world Mellie existed in, and she didn’t need any reminders of that life. “Call me Mel. Or Melanie. And you haven’t answered my question.”
He scrubbed his hand over his face in frustration.
“Alright, fine. You want to know why? Because her so-called friends at home are little assholes. They put her out there on social media to make themselves look cool, and it makes Tori look like some kind of party animal. Golf is a conservative, wholesome sport, and those cling-ons are dragging her down.”
“But her family is there—why keep her away from them?”
“I’m not. I thought they’d be visiting every week, but... I don’t know. I think they have their hands full with their other kids and figure Tim and I will take care of her. And we are...”
He didn’t sound very sure of himself. Mel sat back, sipping her coffee and nibbling on a scone.
“It sounds like Tori’s friends acted like typical teenagers. They’re girls. They’re full of hormones and bad decisions. But they’re still her friends. You can’t isolate her just because they did some dumb things. Did you try talking to them?”
Shane’s eyes went wide. “Talk to her friends? I don’t know anything about teenage girls. What the hell would I say?”
“No females at all in your life? Sisters? Cousins? Nieces?”
“I’m an only child. The only women were my mom and my nana. Mom’s a proper Boston blue blood. Nana, God rest her soul, was a tough-talking saint of a woman. But girls? No. As a teenage boy, my only contact with teenage girls involved convincing them to let me get past second base.”
Mel shook her head. Men.
“So how on earth did you end up with a teenage girl as a client?”
“Her parents saw how we handled a situation for a rookie basketball player who got in hot water in Cleveland, and they reached out to us. I didn’t want to do it, but they begged, and