Chapter 17

He almost jumped out of his skin when the doorbell rang, even though he knew it wouldn’t—couldn’t—be Sam. He gave up on his tie and hurried to answer the door, a smile and a compliment on his lips.

“You look stunning tonight, Jane.”

He wasn’t lying. With her golden hair, dark blue eyes, and perfectly tanned complexion, Jane Cavenaugh looked like she could have stepped out of any fashion magazine. She always wore the right clothes and the brightest smile. But she was also second generation Hollywood. Her parents had met on a Chaplin film, and while her mother had abandoned her fledgling acting career in favor of raising a family, her father still worked as one of the best cinematographers around. Jane had been bred in the business. She might be beautiful, but she knew exactly what it meant to be a professional in this town.