Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

laughed at Gemma’s large eyes. They opened wide when they entered the ornate lobby of the luxurious hotel he booked for their stay. They grew even more at the sight of the suite they were sharing. A huge king-sized bed draped in rich material adorned a separate bedroom. A mahogany table lined with matching chairs offset the plush living room space.
    “We could've just stayed at a friend’s house or at your apartment. This must've cost a fortune.”
    “It did, but I heard that Sarah not only stays at this hotel occasionally for the privacy, but it sets up my cover story perfectly.”
    “What cover story?” Gemma asked as she looked out the window to the lush landscape below.
    “That I’m a producer. I’m looking for the next big show about an up-and-coming celebrity and her challenge to make it big,” Cy said proudly. It was a darn good idea. He knew women in Hollywood, and this was the perfect way to get her talking.
    “Right. You were a stuntman, not a producer. There’s no way she’ll believe you. We need to come up with something else.” Gemma turned and saw him on his phone. “What are you doing?”
    “I just sent a tweet out that I’m looking to cast a reality show and am excited about this next phase of my life. Then I sent a couple texts to some people I know that I’m back in town and will be at a certain club tonight.”
    “And you think that’s going to work?” Dink, dink, dink, dink . “Oh, shut up.” Gemma turned and went into the bathroom as he tried not to gloat.
    “What?” Dink . “I didn’t say a thing.” Dink . And with that, he failed to not gloat.
     
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    Cy had a hard time keeping his eyes off Gemma. Now he knew how she got into the VIP sections of clubs so easily. She was a knockout. She wore a black dress with a plunging neckline. A wide red belt showed off a narrow waist while the tight skirt emphasized her amazing curves and long legs. She finished the outfit with red spiked heels.
    Her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves as she greeted Joe, the doorman. He was the perfect doorman: handsome, athletic, and had enough dings and dents to show overzealous patrons that he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if they got out of line.
    “Joe, this is my friend Cy. We both really appreciate your help on this.”
    “Cy? Cy Davidson, the producer who’s looking to cast a reality show about trying to break into the industry?”
    Cy shot a triumphant grin to Gemma as he held out his hand to Joe. “That’s me. From what I hear, you’ll want this more,” Cy said as he handed Joe a card.
    “Doug Mac’s private number,” Joe said reverently as the looked at the business card.
    “Tell him Cy told you to call. I have a feeling working with him will be more suited for you.”
    “Thank you. Oh my God, Gem, I totally owe you. And you, too, of course, Mr. Davidson. “
    “You could call it even by letting Sarah Flannery know I’m here. Just don’t let her know I was asking about her.”
    “You got it.” Joe took out his wallet and looked at the card once more before safely tucking it away.
    Cy followed Gemma into the club. The loud music coursed through his body as the lights bounced off the people dancing. They passed the bar and Gemma gave the bartender a quick wave before another club employee unhooked a velvet rope and allowed them up a set of stairs to the VIP area overlooking the dance floor.
    Before they even sat down, the first expensively perfumed starlet enveloped Cy. Gemma rolled her eyes and sat down before she lost a seat. Cy smiled and laughed and played his part. It was something he was good at. While he wanted to be himself, Cy Davidson was a part of him, too, after all these years, and it felt good slipping back into character.
    “Ladies—I’ve missed you all so much that I decided to come back for a bit,” Cy laughed at Gemma sticking her finger down her throat as she sat on the couch behind the gaggle of fawning women.
    “Here’s my card.”
    “Here’s my number.”
    “I’d be perfect for your show.”
    “I’m sure y’all would be perfect. But give all your information to my assistant over there so it’ll be safe. You never know where I’ll end up tonight and I’d sure hate to lose your card.” Cy sent Gemma a wink just before all heads whipped around to look at her.
    Cy used the time to cast a quick glance around the club. It was almost full as night turned into early morning. He caught sight of the