I can already see the headlines: "Alexander Westbrook Buries Sorrows In Charity Work."
No thanks. I don't want to be another one of those Hollywood actors, all PR and no heart.
For me, giving back is the best part of fame, and to use my trip to the group home to get good press would taint that. Besides, my sister's been bugging me nonstop to find something--or someone--to distract me from the failed engagement to my former co-star.
Enter Summer Bennett, volunteer at St Anne's and certified believer in happy endings.
Spending time with her out of the spotlight is a sweet relief from my typical tabloid-ready life back in Los Angeles. The idea of spending the next two weeks with her is too good to turn down. Her entire body responds to a simple smile from me, and mine is helpless to resist her either.
My studio contract doesn't allow me to have a relationship until my newest movie is out. But I can't keep my hands to myself. Our secret kisses and whispered conversations have sparked a fire we're powerless to extinguish. How can I possibly turn our two weeks into something endless?