“I’ll tell him to stop.”

But she shakes her head.

“I don’t…mind,” she says.

I can tell this surprises Gabe, but he doesn’t say anything—he just sits back, arms crossed.

“Gabe,” she says. “I can handle this. I am older than you, remember?”

“And he’s younger than you,” Gabe says. “Younger than me. Probably younger than Chani.”

Now I’m very, very curious.

“Who is this?” I dare to ask.

The siblings exchange a look, before Gabe makes a “tell her” gesture.

Lauren lowers her head and her eyes.

“Ben Walsh,” she says.

My eyebrows go way up.

“Ben Walsh,” I say. “Benjamin Walsh?”

Lauren’s cheeks have gone bright red.

“He’s…” I struggle to find the words.

“A decent actor,” Gabe offers.

“Very handsome,” I say. “Like, painfully handsome. The kind of handsome where you can’t even look at him directly without feeling a little light-headed.”

Lauren lets out a choking little laugh.

“I’m right here,” Gabe says.

This time it’s Elizabeth who reaches out and pats his hand.

“You’re very handsome too,” his mother says.

“So, Ben Walsh…?” I prompt, unable to help myself.

I also kind of like seeing this faux-jealous version of Gabe.

“He’s been sniffing around Lauren ever since she came to visit The Philadelphia Story set,” he says.

“Sniffing around?” she says. “I’m a person, not a lost steak. Don’t be a macho asshole.”

Gabe looks appropriately cowed.

“Sorry,” he says. “It’s just…”

“You don’t like him, I know,” she says. “You’ve made that perfectly clear.”

The humor has been sucked right out of the room. Lauren gets up from the table.

“Excuse me,” she says. “I’m going to go check on Lena.”

Once she’s gone, Elizabeth shoots Gabe a look.

“What?” he asks. “She said she wasn’t interested.”

His mother shakes her head and disappears into the kitchen.

“Benjamin Walsh?” I ask, now whispering for some reason. “Really?”

Gabe sighs. “Yeah.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Let me guess, you loved him in Mighty Kennedy.”

“No, I mean, yes, of course,” I say, because who hadn’t loved Benjamin Walsh in Mighty Kennedy?

Benjamin Walsh is the Irish Hawaiian version of Gabe. At least, Gabe from ten years ago—with all the drinking and carousing included. Handsome, talented, and a modern-day surfer bro. His casting as Mike Connor in The Philadelphia Story had been against type, just like Gabe had been as Bond.

He’s also thirty-two if he’s a day.

Gabe’s sister is over forty.

She has the famous Parker family looks, but not in the way that would disguise her age. She looks like a handsome mother of a teen, not a dewy thirty-something. She’s clearly smart and interesting and funny, but that’s just not how things are done in Hollywood.

Suddenly I have a lot more respect for Benjamin Walsh.