"That's what this is about? Another Kaitlin cover?" Matt rolls his emerald green eyes that match mine. Matty pushes through the group and looks at the magazine in Laney's airbrush-tanned hands. My mom, dad, and younger brother are breathing down Laney's neck before my sunglasses are even pushed onto my nose. "Nothing," I lie, putting on my oversized black sunglasses to hide my guilty look that says, "I was making out with my boyfriend instead of memorizing lines." "What's wrong with you?" she asks suspiciously, pointing a ruby red manicured finger in my direction. Laney must smell weakness because she stops in front of my chair and squints her dark-as-coal eyes at me. All I can remember right now is how good Austin's coconut-scented sunblock smelled when his face was nuzzled into my neck. "What food chain? Were we supposed to have lunch today?" I'm feeling disoriented from the marathon kissing session that Laney just interrupted.
He quickly jumps on the empty chaise next to me and tries to look like he's been busy worshiping the sun. It takes exactly two seconds for Austin and me to realize that we're being ambushed. Laney's pale blond hair, recently colored the exact shade she was born with, flies behind her as she strides ahead carrying a thick, glossy magazine. "KAITLIN BURKE, YOU'RE BACK ON TOP OF THE HOLLYWOOD FOOD CHAIN WHERE YOU BELONG!" My publicist, Laney, loudly bursts through our living room French doors over to the pool area with my excited entourage in tow. Only one thing could cause this much commotion on a beautiful, eighty-six-degree Saturday morning in Southern California-and it's not an earthquake.
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A Sneak Peek of Family Affairs (Secrets of My Hollywood Life)
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