Intercepted by Love: Part 2 (Playing the Field #2) Read Free Page B

a month ago, a Hollywood agent had called her out of the blue saying he’d heard she was the expert on King David and the romances between him and his many wives. Apparently, Andie’s activities on the ancient Israel reenactment forums had drawn his attention.
    The offer was lucrative, easily six figures, to be a consultant on a movie series on King David and his wives, starting with the first movie about Michal, and then going through each of his named wives: Ahinoam, Abigail, Maachah, Haggith, Abital, Eglah, and Bathsheba. It sounded like a hare-brained project, since Andie’s theory was that he only loved Princess Michal, but Hollywood always had a way of dragging out a series.
    “Everything will be okay, Dad.” Andie kissed her father and left his room. She’d better find her dog who was probably hiding from the smoke. Chicken.
    Gollie would never make a good watch dog. She was too friendly and always flopping on the ground exposing her belly to be patted. As for smoke and fire? Fourth of July had been Gollie torture. She’d hidden under the bed and wouldn’t come out until the next morning.
    Andie opened the front door and hollered, “Gollie, where are you?”
    “There she is.” Her mother pointed to the dog who slunk toward her from the porch. Her nose was moving and she had a worried look. Yep, frightened of the smoke.
    “Come here, girl. I put it out already.” Andie knelt and hugged her sweet puppy, then led her into the house where the dog struggled to squeeze behind the sofa.
    “Help me clean up the mess,” Mom said from the kitchen. The burnt flour used to put out the fire was all over the floor and range.
    Andie grabbed a broom and dustbin from the hall closet. Her mother definitely needed help, and with her two jobs, Andie barely had time to walk the dog, much less lend a hand with household duties. Another thing to feel guilty about.
    “You should take the Hollywood job,” Mom said.
    “I can’t.” Andie swept the floor near the stove. “They don’t even know how many movies they’ll make, and this could be a multi-year commitment. I asked them if I could consult from here, but they want me on the set to confer with the actors and actresses. I don’t see why.”
    “Maybe living in Hollywood wouldn’t be so bad.” Mom took onions and tomatoes out of the refrigerator.
    Actually, Hollywood would be the worst place. Her parents believed she was over Cade. They’d never had the full story, thinking she’d only spent a weekend with him on a casual date.
    But being in Hollywood, where the Los Angeles Flash had their stadium on the shores of Lake Hollywood right under the famed Hollywood sign, would be pure torture.
    She tried not to keep up with the tabloids, but face it, every time she logged onto the computer, she searched for Cade Prescott. Every. Single. Time.
    She kept up with the gossip, the social media, the random images people posted of him on the internet, and his team news. She also cyberstalked Roxanne Cash, the woman who claimed to be pregnant with his child, a pregnancy that was in its seventh month.
    Cade and Roxanne must have had some gag order agreement, because there was no news beyond the initial story. He hadn’t been seen with her, and they appeared to live separate lives, although Roxanne’s brother Rob continued to be Cade’s agent.
    “Quiet much?” her mother mumbled at the cutting board. “Put on some water to boil for the spaghetti?”
    “Sure, Mom.”
    “I know you don’t want to leave me and Dad, but there’s something I haven’t told you.”
    Something about the way her mother hesitated drew chills down Andie’s scalp. “More bad news?”
    “It’s not bad news, per se, and your father and I didn’t want to burden you with this, but we can’t afford for your father to have the rehabilitation care he needs, even with your second job. We didn’t want to ask you for help, but if you took this Hollywood job, you could lend us the money, whereas right