Secretly Yours

Seven years ago, Paul Easton broke my heart. We were inseparable-until one humiliating yearbook photo and one terrible night blew everything up.
Now he's a famous movie star, and his gorgeous face is everywhere. On movie posters. On talk shows. On my nerves.

And how am I, Scarlett Emerson, doing? As a big New York City journalist, I'm thriving, in case anyone's keeping score.
So when I land the assignment to write an exposé on him, I say yes. Not to reconnect. To show him how much better off ...