Rise picked up a script from the bedside table at random, put on his glasses, and began to read. The queen-sized bed had a quilt with an Adirondack design featuring bears dancing around a campfire. He scrubbed his face in the master bath and popped two melatonin gummies. He headed into the bedroom where he pulled on pajama pants and a t-shirt. The actor stood and stretched, then went back inside, and locked the door. It was rented under his manager’s brother’s secretary’s son’s name. Which was why he was sorry to leave the solitude of the cabin to rejoin the world in the morning. Someone had followed and confronted his mom. A young man had stopped his mother in the grocery store and introduced himself as Rise’s fiancé. Therefore, if she couldn’t have Rise, she’d have to hurt him. His agent had gotten a letter from another of his stalkers, a psychologist, explaining they were uniquely psychologically suited for each other. Even so, one enterprising woman, a teacher for god’s sake, had left a note on his bed when he was away filming. He breathed deeply.īack in Los Angeles, his house was a fortress, alarms everywhere. Rushing water of the nearby Ausable River spoke of recent rain the piquant, calming scent of pine melded with the loam of the earth. He stepped outside onto the small porch, then sat in a dark-green Adirondack chair. The cabin was made of wood with antlers everywhere. Rise drained the wine glass, washed it out and put it to dry by the sink. If he wanted to be fresh and rested for the film festival, he should probably take some melatonin and read awhile, then get some sleep. The fire was burning down, a bed of orange embers lined the fireplace floor. Why would you rent a cabin and offer your guests puzzles with missing pieces? The tall actor ran a hand through his golden blonde hair, snapped another piece into the puzzle and groaned. Con had then gone ahead to join Rise’s agent, manager and publicity crew to lay the groundwork for the premiere of his new feature film.Ī car would be sent for Rise in the morning, his hiatus over. His assistant, Con Allred, had laid in supplies, his favorite food, and he’d been able to cook for himself. Enough folks were so comfortable with him in their living rooms they figured they should be married.
In Los Angeles there was a pile of scripts on his desk-he’d only brought the three most promising along to read-constant calls and texts, a demanding personal trainer, and, oh yeah, four stalkers, two of whom required restraining orders.Įxcept he wasn’t a star, only a guy who’d grown up on television in three different series. He’d flown across country from Los Angeles three days early, to rest, re-center and dismiss any jet lag. Rise was grateful to his manager for renting this Adirondack cabin. The rental cabin had a stack of them, all wooden, with shaped pieces. It was a long time since he’d done a jigsaw puzzle. A fox with a strange, knowing grin on his face. The young man took a sip of Malbec and fitted the puzzle piece shaped like a fish into the larger work that created a sitting fox.
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