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It was a short hop on a small plane before landing at the Sea-Tac airport. The flight was uneventful but I couldn’t stop fidgeting in my seat like a barrel of monkeys. By the time we landed and were coasting to the gate, the quiet old man next to me patted my hand and said, “It’s OK, we’re safe now.” Oh, if only I knew that was true.

When it was time to exit, I grabbed my purse and walked down the aisle to the door, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with excitement. I felt like a character in a romantic movie. Again, this was stupid girly thinking on my part, but there was no way I could pretend I didn’t feel that way.

After giving the pilot an enthusiastic salute as I walked into the terminal, I saw Dex.

I wish I could say that he was “just a man” as I had told myself all week, but seeing him standing there by the gate, it just wasn’t true.

He was leaning casually against a supporting pole, a toothpick darting in and out of his mouth. His dark hair was spiked up at the front and the scratch down his forehead had faded. It still added a little roughness to his face, which looked younger and fresher than ever. His eyes were bright and shining, and I could have sworn his eyelashes were longer or something because he almost looked pretty. Even his Errol Flynn ‘stache barely showed and his goatee was groomed as clean as an early ski run.

His attire was different, too—a white long-sleeved dress shirt and black pants. He could have been a waiter if it wasn’t for the oversized army green windbreaker he had on top.

I can’t lie. The sight of him made my heart turn into syrup, swirling around in slow motion in my chest. Our eyes interlocked, and as if I was in some hormonal tractor beam I felt myself being drawn to him. Thank goodness the tractor beam had enough sense to stop as soon as I was within striking distance of him.

“Hi,” I said, my voice squeaking more than I would have liked.

He took the toothpick out with one hand and flicked it on the floor in front of a woman walking by. She gave him a dirty look. He gave her a sleazy grin in return and wagged his eyebrows at her suggestively. Then he turned to me and grinned.

“You came.” He sounded surprised.

“Yup,” I replied, adjusting the purse on my shoulder, a bit unsure if I should hug him or not.

“You’re more foolish than I thought,” he reached out and smacked my arm. “G.o.d bless the youth.”

Before I could even process what he meant by that, he took his pocket watch out of his pant pocket and glanced at it.

“We better get going, hmmm?”

And he was off like a shot down the terminal. I trotted after him, starting to wonder if I had made a mistake. I also found myself wishing his coat was a bit shorter so I could see his a.s.s better. Yup. I was pretty done for at this point.

The drive downtown was fairly long, with traffic jams and construction zones clogging up the I-5. During that time, I was filled in on what had come out of the footage.

“At first I thought we were f.u.c.ked because a lot of the shots were just black with the occasional sound coming through. But then I realized if I could at least save the audio and then play them at other parts then it would add to the whole ambiance. And then if I could get your narration at certain points it would fill up the blank spots.”

Watching Dex speak about the film made me realize how much he actually cared about the whole thing and how he knew exactly what he was talking about. He could see the big picture, whereas I couldn’t imagine how anything we shot would become remotely interesting. If I had the camera myself up in Old Roddy’s face, it would have been a different story. But Dex seemed so confident that he had something amazing on his hands, even if I didn’t believe it myself.

He must have seen the cynicism on my face because he turned to me and said, “Believe me. It looks good. We’ve got a good thing going on here.”

“One of those instances where I’m going to have to just trust you, right?”

“I would hope you’d always trust me,” he answered rather seriously.

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything. I looked out the window. It’s not that Dex wasn’t trustworthy. He saved my life, in a way. But because he was so unpredictable, I had a hard time accepting everything he said. There was also the whole self-admitted liar/bipolar thing, and the fact that I wanted nothing more than for him to pull the car over so I could climb on his lap and molest the c.r.a.p out of him. Well, I knew from experience that you weren’t supposed to trust the guys you thought were as s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.

Dark, brooding and mysterious? Handle with care.

And of course there was the term “always,” as if he knew for a fact we would be working together indefinitely. As much as I wanted to, the responsible adult side of me needed to know exactly what I was getting into. Would it interfere with my job? How much would I get paid, if anything? Basically, what was in it for me? The last thing I wanted was to be taken advantage of.

I mulled these things over during the rest of the drive and even until we were in an elevator going up one of Seattle’s skysc.r.a.pers. I guess for a little internet company they were actually doing quite well for themselves.

We got off of the elevator and turned left at a sign that read “Shownet.” We paused in front of a French door made of pebbled gla.s.s.

Dex reached for the handle and then stopped. He looked at me.

“You OK?”

I nodded. I was OK, though each step toward the door had me feeling more and more anxious until I was shaking in my boots.

“Just a bit nervous,” I admitted. “But I always get nervous. Always. No matter what.”

“Let’s hope he finds that as endearing as I do,” Dex said, with his tone not as promising as I would have hoped.

We entered the room and said some polite introductions to their receptionist Leigh, who responded to Dex with all the sparkle of a Barbie doll but whose eyes turned positively demonic as soon as she spoke to me. And I thought I was a bad receptionist. Sheesh.

Then we went into a small but pleasantly attired boardroom. A fancy-looking espresso machine sat in the corner, which I eyed feverishly.

Dex caught my stare. “Do you want some?”

He was about to go to it when the door swung open and a slender, balding Korean man with hipster gla.s.ses stepped into the room.

Dex promptly sat down in a chair and motioned for me to do the same. The bald man walked to the other side of the gla.s.s table, threw a binder down with a loud clank and leaned across it, peering at me.

“Jimmy, this is Perry Palomino,” Dex said quickly.

I was about to give Jimmy my hand but he just nodded dismissively and sat in an overstuffed swivel chair. If he had a cat in his lap, he would have been the perfect arch villain in a comic book film.

I glanced over at Dex for support. He reached out under the table and squeezed my knee. Slightly inappropriate but comforting nonetheless.

“So you’re the one,” Jimmy said slowly, his voice high and careful.

“That’s me,” I agreed brightly, hoping I was projecting some kind of charm.

“You know, I was going about my business, making some money,” he started, taking off his gla.s.ses and rubbing his eyes. Dex and I waited patiently while he did this. He slipped his gla.s.ses back on his face and looked me straight in the eye.

“And then you come from out of nowhere.”

He left it at that. Should I say something? Should I apologize? I wasn’t sure where this Jimmy fellow was going with all this but he didn’t seem like the easiest person to talk to.

Dex turned to me. “Jimmy just wants to make sure you’re fully into this.”

“Well, perhaps,” I said as confidently as possible. “But I want to know exactly what I’m getting into. What are we talking about here?”

“At least you seem smarter than you look,” Jimmy sniffed. I took offense to that but didn’t let it show. I felt Dex stiffen up beside me.

Jimmy pulled some papers out of the binder and looked them over but didn’t hand them over to me.

“If I decide to do this, which is a huge ‘if’ because even though I like what Dex has shown me, and I do think the man can make a pile of s.h.i.t taste like f.u.c.king candy, I’m still not sold on you. But if I decide to give you both the go-ahead, I hope you realize this isn’t going to make you famous and it isn’t going to make you rich. All I want is to bring in enough advertisers to make ends meet and maybe give Dex a new f.u.c.king camera.”

I looked over at Dex. He was embarra.s.sed and looked down at his hands.

“I make money,” Jimmy continued, “by keeping costs lower than they should be. For you, Ms. Palomino, that means an hourly wage based on exactly how many hours you contribute to the project. That might mean a lot of money one week, it might mean s.h.i.t all the next week. I’d suggest you keep your day job as a barista or whatever the h.e.l.l you do.”

“I’m a production coordinator at an advertising firm,” I said proudly.

“Oh? So you are smarter than you look. Well, that helps for something.”

I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes at him. I’d never been in the presence of someone who rubbed me quite the wrong way as this guy did.

“Perry will decide whether she needs to keep a job on the side or not,” Dex spoke up for me.

“Don’t be a hero, Dex,” Jimmy said dismissively. He turned his beady eyes on me again. “Dex here tells me you have quite a natural affinity for sussing out these so-called ghostly situations.”

I did?

Jimmy continued, “But I think that’s a load of horses.h.i.t. Do you think it matters to me whether you’re the next f.u.c.king ghost whisperer or not? I don’t care. But if you can sell it, and Dex has a.s.sured me you can, with your writing at least, then that’s all I care about. You guys do the groundwork, you do the research, and I’ll send you both to wherever you need to go in order to create a f.u.c.king good show.”

Dex leaned forward in his seat and spoke to me. “I’ve already got a case down in Laredo, Texas, we could go investigate. Should be something really fantastic. Mimic ghosts.”

I didn’t know what mimic ghosts were but the idea of going to Texas was pretty cool. Jimmy look unconvinced though.

“Now, the main problem I have with you, Perry,” Jimmy said bluntly, “is that while I think you can write a compelling story, and Dex says you’re easy to work with, I just don’t think you’re attractive enough to be on the internet.”

My face immediately flushed with sparking heat and my jaw dropped a little bit.

He continued, “It’s not that you aren’t pretty, you’ve got something there, but you’ve seen what we have on the other shows. Dex’s gal Jennifer, well her body—no offense, Dex—is what brings in the traffic and the dollars. Plus, you’ve got her friend on the side and those two could vomit wine all day and people would still watch. I just don’t see people watching a show with a, um, bigger girl on it. Again, no offense. It’s just the reality.”

I felt like someone swiped at my guts with a ragged hook. This had to be the most humiliating thing I had ever been subjected to, and that said a lot coming from someone who was known as “The Chubster” in high school. I waited for the tears to flow, but I was in too much shock to react in any way.

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