Her Red-Carpet Romance by Marie Ferrarella Read Free Book Online Page B

talk like this at your last job?”
    â€œOddly enough,” she answered, amused, “the topic of kidnapping never came up.”
    He speared her a long, penetrating look as he armed his security system and closed the door behind them. “So you didn’t talk?”
    â€œI didn’t say that.” She waited as he aimed the remote on his key chain at his car. All four locks flipped open. She got in on her side.
    He tossed his briefcase onto the seat behind him, then got in behind the steering wheel. “You ever consider running for elective office? You’ve got all the evasion maneuvers down pat.” Starting up his silver-blue BMW, he commented, “I’ll say one thing about you. You’ve certainly got your wits about you. I like that.”
    She assumed that the first part of his comment was somehow tied to his query about whether or not she had any political aspirations. She couldn’t think of anything she would have rather done
less
than that. Besides, the life she had jumped into, feetfirst, was getting more and more interesting by the minute.
    â€œThen you won’t mind telling me where we’re flying off to.” It wasn’t a question but an assumption.
    â€œDon’t you like mysteries?” Lukkas asked, playing this out a little longer.
    â€œJust to read, not when I’m in them,” she told him honestly. “I like knowing.
Everything
,” Yohanna elaborated.
    â€œDoes that mean you don’t like surprises?” he asked.
    Thinking of the way the so-called “layoff” had been sprung on her, there was only one way for her to answer that question. “Only for other people.”
    â€œA life without surprises.” He rolled the idea over in his head as he squeaked through a yellow light that was already beginning to turn red. “Where’s the fun in that?” Lukkas spared her a quick glance. “You do like to have fun, don’t you, Hanna?” he asked.
    Finding herself being interviewed for a job by Lukkas Spader had been one giant surprise, but if she said so, he might mistakenly think she was flirting with him. There was no way she was going to allow her attraction to the man get in the way of her working for him.
    â€œLots of fun to be gotten without resorting to surprises,” she pointed out.
    On the freeway for all of four minutes, he took the off-ramp that promised to lead him to the airfield he needed.
    â€œIf you say so,” he replied. “You like Arizona?”
    Another question out of the blue. And then she remembered. He’d said something about his new project, a Western, being on location in Arizona. Was that where they were going?
    Her stomach began to tighten up.
    â€œI really can’t say,” she answered truthfully.
    â€œAnd why is that?”
    â€œI’ve never been to Arizona,” she told him. He probably thought she was some sort of semirecluse. She hadn’t been anywhere outside of a rather small area while he, she knew, was an international traveler, going wherever the movie took him.
    â€œWell, Hanna, we are about to remedy that,” Lukkas proclaimed.
    Her eyes widened just a shade. “We’re going to Arizona?” she asked, doing her best to hide her nervousness.
    â€œThat would be the natural assumption to make from what I’d just said, yes.”
    Traffic had gotten a little thicker. He was forced to go just at the speed limit rather than above it.
    He hadn’t mentioned anything about going on location to her yesterday. When had this happened?
    â€œ
Why
are we going to Arizona?”
    â€œBecause that’s where the movie’s going to be shot,” he said, referring to his new “baby,” a movie he had helped write, one based on his own story idea. “At least most of it. Whatever we can do indoors, we’ll take care of at the studio. But there’s no way, in this day and age, to be able to fake that kind