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Chapters (50)
  1. Dedication
  2. About This Book
  3. CHAPTER ONE
  4. CHAPTER TWO
  5. CHAPTER THREE
  6. CHAPTER FOUR
  7. CHAPTER FIVE
  8. CHAPTER SIX
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT
  11. CHAPTER NINE
  12. CHAPTER TEN
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  21. CHAPTER NINTEEN
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  42. CHAPTER FORTY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

“We don’t need your bullshit pity, and I sure as hell don’t need some reality TV star prancing around breaking her nails and punching my residents in the face while turning my town into some sideshow. We’re good. We don’t need you.” And with that he disconnected the call.

Cat took a deep breath and glared down at her phone. Noah Yates had no idea who he just pissed off. But he sure as hell was going to find out. She was going to save Merry’s Christmas whether Noah wanted her to or not.

“Cat?” A production assistant poked her head out of a doorway. “The photographer’s ready for you.”

The real question was: Was Noah Yates ready for her?

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

Four days earlier

The clouds, a dull gray swirl, twisted and roiled over Cat’s head as she marched down Broadway. Both the hurricane above and the woman below moved with purpose. The heels of her fawn colored boots clicked out a staccato rhythm on the cement as leaves and the occasional Manhattan debris darted in front of her on the wind.

“I’m not going to be late,” she sighed into her phone and quickened her pace.

“You already are,” her assistant, the very adorable and very British Henry, answered in his clipped accent.

“Five minutes,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes behind her oversized sunglasses. “That’s on time for me.” She was perpetually ten minutes late to everything. It wasn’t because she enjoyed making people wait or even that she liked to make an entrance—though she did—it was that a bit of fame overcomplicated everything. Leaving events and appointments was never as quick as it used to be. TV stars couldn’t just wave good-bye and duck into a car. There was small talk and photos and the occasional autograph.

She was still getting used to it, though she was certainly better suited to it than her twin brother. Gannon couldn’t stand the fuss and hadn’t looked back after leaving the “biz” a year ago. But Cat loved it, thrived on it.

She was officially the highest paid star on the Reno and Realty Network, counting both those with vaginas and penises. Her new show was the network’s version of a blockbuster. The second season was in post-production, and she had her fingers in a few side projects and endorsement deals to keep her busy between filming. Life was pretty freaking perfect.

“How did the branding meeting go?” Henry asked, all efficiency. She could practically hear his fingers hovering over his ever-present iPad keyboard.

“Duluth wants to expand the line. We’re looking at bringing in a few more feminine colors, and they’re considering my idea to rework a few of the favorite men’s pieces with more female friendly tailoring.”

“They’re happy with the sales?”

Cat could hear the smirk in Henry’s voice.