Just the Sexiest Man Alive
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Now there was a surefire way to earn a straightjacket and a one-way ticket to Chicago’s finest mental institution.
Taylor realized that this situation had to be finessed delicately, especially to avoid hurting Kate and Val’s feelings for not telling them everything earlier. She decided she would wait until they got back to her apartment. They could settle in, and then she would slowly unravel the story for them, in a way that sounded at least somewhat plausible.
Driving along the highway that afternoon, Taylor felt for the first time since coming to L.A. as though she finally had a moment to catch her breath. Some time to herself, so she could really take stock of everything that had happened over the past month.
Jason Andrews.
Scott Casey.
Taylor suddenly began laughing. Really laughing, to the point where she needed to wipe the tears from her eyes in order to see the road in front of her.
Passing by her in a gray Mercedes, a tanned California couple looked at her oddly. True—she must have been quite a sight, alone in her car and laughing hysterically. For one crazy second, she was tempted to roll down her window and shout to them, “But don’t you know who I am? I’m the Mystery Woman!”
But the Mercedes drove by, and the moment passed, and Taylor’s laughter gradually subsided.
But her good mood lasted.
It was a gorgeous day in Los Angeles—not quite sunset—and she was about to see her two best friends for the first time in almost two months. She was excited to show them all the L.A. sights she’d been meaning to get to and looked forward to some quality girl time—something she definitely had been missing as of late.
Taylor wondered how her friends would react to her news.
She wondered what they would say about Jason. Oh yeah, and Scott Casey, too.
She wondered if straightjackets came in a size 2.
TAYLOR STOOD AT the secutity checkpoint, waiting for Kate and Valerie to appear. She saw Val first, who immediately broke into a run with her arms outstretched.
“Taylor Donovan!” she screamed excitedly. Val was like that—she wore every emotion on her sleeve. Every pant leg, sock, and shoe, too.
Kate followed, more sedate than Val, but no less happy to see her. “Look at you, California girl,” she said to Taylor with a wink.
Within seconds, the three of them were jumbled up in their hellos and hugs, all talking excitedly until Taylor finally steered them away from the security gates.
“So how was the flight?” she asked. “Did you check any luggage?”
“Val had to,” Kate informed her. “She brought fifteen outfits for two nights. And nine pairs of shoes.”
“Ignore her crankiness,” Val told Taylor. “She’s just mad that I saw Josh Hartnett sitting in first class and she didn’t.”
“That wasn’t Josh Hartnett; that kid was eighteen years old,” Kate said.
“I told you, they age slower out here. It’s all the fresh California air,” Val replied.
“Yes, because that’s exactly what Los Angeles is known for,” Kate said dryly. “Clean air.”
Taylor stopped and took in her friends. It was like being home again. “God, I missed you two,” she said, taking them both in with a content smile. First Valerie, with her shoulder-length curly blonde hair and typical slightly eclectic attire of jeans, a flowy peasant top, and oversized hoop earrings. In stark contrast next to her stood Kate, with her stick-straight ebony hair pulled back in a serious bun and wearing a gray pinstripe pantsuit and no-nonsense Marc Jacobs one-inch heels.
The fact that these two women were finally in Los Angeles left Taylor feeling quite sentimental. “You guys look so great.” She sighed happily.
At that, Kate leaned over and whispered loudly to Val. “Oh no—I think she’s gone soft on us.”
Val covered her mouth with one hand, “I told you about that giggle I heard,” she said to Kate.
“That’s right!” Kate pointed at Taylor, suddenly remembering. “You. Spill it. Giggling? Mysterious evenings out? What’s been going on out here?”
Taylor gestured to their surroundings. “Can we at least get out of the airport? I think we’re gonna need a few drinks for this.”
Valerie shrugged amiably. “Fine, I want to get back to your place to freshen up, anyway.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Freshen up? You spent twenty minutes doing your makeup on the plane before we landed.”
Valerie fixed Kate with an ultraserious stare. “Katherine. We are in L.A. One must look their best at all times out here. You never know who you might meet.” Val looped her arm through Taylor’s as the three of them headed in the direction of the baggage claim. “Tell her, Taylor.”
Kate pulled her suitcase along, keeping up with them. “Yes, tell me, Taylor,” she said teasingly. “Tell me how the celebrities are just falling off the trees around here, like oranges.”
Taylor stared straight ahead as they walked, praying she didn’t lose her shit right there in the airport.
“Um, well . . . let’s get back to my place. Then I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
BACK AT HER apartment, after getting Kate and Val set up in her guest bedroom, Taylor poured them a round of their usual mango martinis. She sipped her drink quickly, figuring the buzz would help loosen her tongue, which lately seemed to get stuck anytime she even thought the name Jason Andrews.
Oh yeah, and Scott Casey, too. Of course.
Taylor realized that this situation had to be finessed delicately, especially to avoid hurting Kate and Val’s feelings for not telling them everything earlier. She decided she would wait until they got back to her apartment. They could settle in, and then she would slowly unravel the story for them, in a way that sounded at least somewhat plausible.
Driving along the highway that afternoon, Taylor felt for the first time since coming to L.A. as though she finally had a moment to catch her breath. Some time to herself, so she could really take stock of everything that had happened over the past month.
Jason Andrews.
Scott Casey.
Taylor suddenly began laughing. Really laughing, to the point where she needed to wipe the tears from her eyes in order to see the road in front of her.
Passing by her in a gray Mercedes, a tanned California couple looked at her oddly. True—she must have been quite a sight, alone in her car and laughing hysterically. For one crazy second, she was tempted to roll down her window and shout to them, “But don’t you know who I am? I’m the Mystery Woman!”
But the Mercedes drove by, and the moment passed, and Taylor’s laughter gradually subsided.
But her good mood lasted.
It was a gorgeous day in Los Angeles—not quite sunset—and she was about to see her two best friends for the first time in almost two months. She was excited to show them all the L.A. sights she’d been meaning to get to and looked forward to some quality girl time—something she definitely had been missing as of late.
Taylor wondered how her friends would react to her news.
She wondered what they would say about Jason. Oh yeah, and Scott Casey, too.
She wondered if straightjackets came in a size 2.
TAYLOR STOOD AT the secutity checkpoint, waiting for Kate and Valerie to appear. She saw Val first, who immediately broke into a run with her arms outstretched.
“Taylor Donovan!” she screamed excitedly. Val was like that—she wore every emotion on her sleeve. Every pant leg, sock, and shoe, too.
Kate followed, more sedate than Val, but no less happy to see her. “Look at you, California girl,” she said to Taylor with a wink.
Within seconds, the three of them were jumbled up in their hellos and hugs, all talking excitedly until Taylor finally steered them away from the security gates.
“So how was the flight?” she asked. “Did you check any luggage?”
“Val had to,” Kate informed her. “She brought fifteen outfits for two nights. And nine pairs of shoes.”
“Ignore her crankiness,” Val told Taylor. “She’s just mad that I saw Josh Hartnett sitting in first class and she didn’t.”
“That wasn’t Josh Hartnett; that kid was eighteen years old,” Kate said.
“I told you, they age slower out here. It’s all the fresh California air,” Val replied.
“Yes, because that’s exactly what Los Angeles is known for,” Kate said dryly. “Clean air.”
Taylor stopped and took in her friends. It was like being home again. “God, I missed you two,” she said, taking them both in with a content smile. First Valerie, with her shoulder-length curly blonde hair and typical slightly eclectic attire of jeans, a flowy peasant top, and oversized hoop earrings. In stark contrast next to her stood Kate, with her stick-straight ebony hair pulled back in a serious bun and wearing a gray pinstripe pantsuit and no-nonsense Marc Jacobs one-inch heels.
The fact that these two women were finally in Los Angeles left Taylor feeling quite sentimental. “You guys look so great.” She sighed happily.
At that, Kate leaned over and whispered loudly to Val. “Oh no—I think she’s gone soft on us.”
Val covered her mouth with one hand, “I told you about that giggle I heard,” she said to Kate.
“That’s right!” Kate pointed at Taylor, suddenly remembering. “You. Spill it. Giggling? Mysterious evenings out? What’s been going on out here?”
Taylor gestured to their surroundings. “Can we at least get out of the airport? I think we’re gonna need a few drinks for this.”
Valerie shrugged amiably. “Fine, I want to get back to your place to freshen up, anyway.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Freshen up? You spent twenty minutes doing your makeup on the plane before we landed.”
Valerie fixed Kate with an ultraserious stare. “Katherine. We are in L.A. One must look their best at all times out here. You never know who you might meet.” Val looped her arm through Taylor’s as the three of them headed in the direction of the baggage claim. “Tell her, Taylor.”
Kate pulled her suitcase along, keeping up with them. “Yes, tell me, Taylor,” she said teasingly. “Tell me how the celebrities are just falling off the trees around here, like oranges.”
Taylor stared straight ahead as they walked, praying she didn’t lose her shit right there in the airport.
“Um, well . . . let’s get back to my place. Then I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
BACK AT HER apartment, after getting Kate and Val set up in her guest bedroom, Taylor poured them a round of their usual mango martinis. She sipped her drink quickly, figuring the buzz would help loosen her tongue, which lately seemed to get stuck anytime she even thought the name Jason Andrews.
Oh yeah, and Scott Casey, too. Of course.
