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him.” Tynan’s voice held just enough menace to shrink Jerry’s balls up in fear. “Why do you even bother with this bozo?”
    “I’m beginning to wonder myself, but the reality is he has a good eye for scripts. A few times I’ve passed on a script after reading it through, but Jerry gets a feeling or a vision or something and we go with it. Jerry’s gut feelings almost always pay off.”
    “Read the script already, Jerry,” Tynan said, turning his gaze on him.
    “Oh, hell. Is this the brother who used to do the Special Ops stuff?” Jerry’s face paled as his eyes darted to Tynan. “Look, we have two scripts in the queue with the hottest directors in Hollywood willing to sign on as soon as you do. We have to get back to Hollywood and sign those contracts.”
    “I don’t have to do anything until you read the script.” Sijan sat back in the booth, looking at Jerry. He was a great agent, but he was fighting any change to the status quo. And Sijan could out-stubborn Jerry any day. “I’m going to stay here in Climax until you’ve read the script and given it serious consideration.”
    “Sijan, I told Spielberg and Ridley we’d meet with them when we got back.” Jerry’s voice cracked. “And Angelina.”
    “Then you’ll have to read fast,” Sijan said, totally unconcerned. “Won’t you?”
    “Damn it, I threw the script away, all right? Six months ago, you were deep into what might be an Oscar-winning performance. You knew the studio was strongly suggesting the one Spielberg and Bruckheimer were both drooling over, so I didn’t see the point.”
    “The point was, Jerry, he asked you to,” Tynan said.
    Jerry looked out the diner window and grinned as if playing his last card of a winning hand. “Looks like the paparazzi finally tracked you down. And you know they’re like killer bees. They don’t attack one at a time, but in a swarm. You’ll have to head back to L.A. to escape.”
    Sijan glanced outside the windows with a frown. “What did you do, call them and give them my location?”
    “I never liked this guy.” Tynan looked over at Sijan. “I could make him vapor. No one would ask any questions.”
    Jerry’s face paled as his eyes darted to Tynan.
    “I express mailed a copy to your office this morning,” Sijan told him. “Go back to L.A. and read the damn script, Jerry. I’m not leaving Climax until you’re done.”
    Jerry looked like he was going to argue until his eyes locked with Sijan’s stubborn stare. He pulled some bills out of his wallet to cover his drink and a tip. “Fine. I’ll fly back, push back the meetings with all the interested parties, and read the script.”
    “I will know every time you turn a page or take a piss,” Tynan said in a cold-as-sharp-steel voice.
    “I’m out. I’ll call as soon as I’ve finished it,” Jerry said, backing out of the side door of the restaurant. “And you, sta—”
    “Stay out of the headlines. I got it.”
    Sijan and Tynan watched him rush past the paparazzi to his rental car. He laid down rubber on his way out of the parking lot.
    The brothers stayed silent for a minute.
    “Well, that was fun. Thanks for letting me play with your agent,” Tynan said.
    “You’re welcome. Normally, I wouldn’t, because you can seriously be one scary dude,” Sijan said. “But he deserved it.”
    “So, you wrote a screenplay, huh? You can tell me all about it over a beer at the VFW tonight. You’re buying.” Tynan got up from the table, rubbing his hands together. “But right now, let’s go and have some fun with your paparazzi.”

Chapter Two
    A very had to admit, from the moment she saw him in the flesh: Sijan Cates was one very hot man. And having spent a few years acting in Hollywood, she’d been up close to some very fine male specimens. She was surprised to admit she couldn’t pull her gaze away from his tall, muscled body, strong jaw, and bad-boy smile, complete with slashing dimples. Something in his smile swirled