“I WOULD LIKE TO INFORM you that former child stars are very, very hard to deal with,” Paul says when Alex calls him late that night. He’s upstairs in his office, going over notes and scripts for tomorrow’s filming.
“Did you have dinner with Liam too?” Alex asks dryly.
“You had dinner with Liam?” Paul tries to keep the alarm out of his voice. Alex will likely be pissed if he expresses displeasure at the idea, and Paul doesn’t particularly want to have that argument right now.
“With everyone,” Alex corrects. “I’m sure the pics are on the internet by now if you care.”
“Do you look cute? Then I care.”
“I always look cute. And slightly surly. What did Darcy do, and do you want me to talk to her?” Alex asks.
When he had initially cast the Broadway starlet as an eighteen-year-old girl dete
