“Was that—”
“Probably.” Kate didn’t look up from her cell phone.
“You didn’t even look,” Beau protested.
“It’s a Christmas party being thrown by the producer of my television show in Manhattan on Christmas Eve. If you think you saw somebody famous, chances are pretty damn good that you did,” Kate said.
“When did you get to be such a big shot?” Beau asked her. He placed one hand on his cousin’s shoulder, both amazed and proud.
“I’m sure I’m not, but it’s nice of you to say,” Kate said. She fished her compact and lipstick out of her bag and touched up her mouth while on the stairs.
“You look beautiful,” Beau said, impatient. “And it’s colder than a witch’s—”
Kate glanced at him over the edge of her compact.
“Yeah, that,” Beau muttered. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets whi
