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Like the weather, the traffic in L.A. was always the same. Everywhere took twenty minutes.
    Having traveled fairly extensively across the country for depositions and trials, she’d had the opportunity to observe that local morning shows kept to certain schedules. L.A.’s version—appropriately named L.A. Mornings —was no exception. National news followed by local news, with weather and traffic on the “sixes.” And at precisely 7:20, Sarah Stevens, the show’s exuberant entertainment correspondent, treated Los Angeles viewers to the day’s “Hollywood Minute.”
    And so it was on that particular Monday morning, as the clock struck 7:20, that Taylor happened to be in the kitchen pouring coffee into her portable mug when she heard the anchorwoman’s telltale introduction coming from the television.
    “And now, Los Angeles, it’s time for Sarah Stevens and the day’s Hollywood Minute.”
    Taylor had a view of the television from the kitchen, so she peered over with mild interest. She would generally watch “Hollywood Minute” if she happened to be in range when the segment came on, but it was hardly something she ran out of the bathroom with a mouth full of toothpaste for.
    She watched as the television cut to Sarah Stevens greeting her public with excitement.
    “Good morning, everyone! Today I have a treat for all you viewers—at least the female ones, that is.” The reporter lowered her voice conspiratorially. “This weekend, Hollywood Minute caught up with someone special as he enjoyed a four-day gambling spree in Las Vegas—none other than our favorite leading man, Jason Andrews!”
    The coffee mug fell from Taylor’s hand and tumbled loudly into the sink.
    She stood there and watched in disbelief as the television cut to footage of Sarah Stevens holding a microphone outside the Bellagio hotel. Just then, Jason Andrews exited through the revolving door, with some grungy-looking guy who appeared wholly uninterested in the mob of fans and paparazzi that immediately swarmed them.
    The reporter pushed her way through the crowd and called out eagerly.
    “Jason! Hi! Sarah Stevens with L.A. Mornings .” She barreled over to him, cameraman in tow. “Do you have a minute to say hello to our viewers?” She immediately shoved the microphone in his face.
    For the quickest second, Jason appeared annoyed. But then he flashed Sarah Stevens one of his perfect-teeth smiles.
    “Of course. I always have time for fans.”
    “Have you been enjoying Las Vegas?” The reporter asked breathlessly.
    “I always enjoy Las Vegas.”
    Taylor noticed how the reporter glowed, positively basking in Jason’s presence. Or maybe it was just the blinding white light of his teeth.
    “You know I have to ask,” Sarah continued coyly. “Who are you here with?”
    Jason gestured to the grungy guy, who stood somewhat uncomfortably on the outskirts of the crowd.
    “Sorry, no gossip to report this time. We decided to come out here on Thursday, sort of a last-minute guy’s trip. You know how it is—sometimes, the tables just call you.”
    Taylor’s mouth fell open as she glared incredulously at the twenty-seven-inch prick in her living room.
    A last-minute guy’s trip? That was the reason she had to work all weekend?
    But that wasn’t enough. Oh no, far from it.
    “I hear you’re about to start production on a new film—a legal thriller,” Sarah Stevens said. “That must be keeping you awfully busy.”
    Jason shrugged this off with a breezy smile and delivered the final blow.
    “Obviously not busy with anything important enough to tempt me to miss a weekend in Vegas.” He and Sarah Stevens shared a hearty laugh over this.
    But back in her kitchen, Taylor Donovan was not laughing.
    Jason Andrews had just insulted her in front of the entire world.
    Well, fine—maybe only the people who were watching “Hollywood Minute” on that particular morning. And really only those people who actually knew he had been scheduled to meet