Chapter 10

There were other issues, too—song rights, and royalties, and unsold merchandise, and money, money, always money—but Rafi was happy leaving all that up to Amber and the lawyers. He didn’t care about money. This was about the future of DK.

“Fine, we know what I want,” he said eventually. “What about you? I assume you need some good publicity after the spitting incident.” Rafi hadn’t heard the entire recording of Julian’s screaming rant on the set of his latest movie, but hardly anyone could escape knowing that Julian had spat on his female co-star at the end of it.

“That’s one factor, certainly,” Julian said, smooth and unconcerned. “You’re an excellent choice of boyfriend, where that’s concerned. You have a reputation as unusually honest and decent, as Hollywood types go. If you see something in me, there must be something there to see.”

Rafi grimaced uncomfortably.