Can you keep a secret? #1lineWed is all about SECRET babies, SECRET agents, SECRET weapons, and SECRET hiding places. Especially that first one and the last. Here’s a revised snippet (not sure this will be final but maybe) from BILLIONAIRE COUNTRY. Which releases on my birthday next year. How cool is that? Ahem Anyway, I hope you enjoy this sneak peak.
Zoe screamed, “TUCKER!” She was flying across the travel stop’s apron, Nash on one hip, flapping a tabloid at him. A clerk chased after her.
He met her halfway and held his hand up to the clerk as he tried to make sense of Zoe’s babbling. She finally thrust the paper at him, and he snatched it before it blew away.
“She didn’t pay for that!” The clerk advanced on them.
“Just hold on. I’ll pay for.”
“Tucker!” Zoe insisted, shifting Nash to her other hip. “You have to read that…that trash. It’s…none of it’s true!”
The clerk’s eyebrows rose, her gaze bouncing between Tucker and Zoe. “Oh em gee!” the girl squealed. “Will y’all sign a copy for me?”
Several people stopped to gawk. Tucker herded the women back inside the convenience store and found a spot where he could read the headlines. “Billionaire’s Baby Mama Lives in Secret Love Nest. Barron Entertainment’s second in command, Tucker Tate, hides his lover and their child on a private estate in Nashville.” He pinched his nose and kept reading. It got worse. He backtracked to check the by-line. Parker Grace. Of course. Had to be her.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw “Mom” flashing on the screen. He hit ignore. Thirty seconds later, the screen flashed “Bridger.” He hit ignore. For the next three minutes, his phone blew up. His mom—again. His brothers Cooper, Hunter, and Boone. Chance Barron, his cousin and the family attorney. Chance’s brother Cash, who was Bridger’s boss at Barron Security Services. Then Dillon tagged him, followed by Deacon. He waited. It was just a matter of time before Chase, his own boss, called. And bingo. There was the call.
“What are we gonna do?” Zoe spat, keeping her voice low.
Tucker rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re going to pay for whatever snacks and drinks you left on the counter when you came running out to tell me. We’re going to pay for this rag. I’m going to ignore my phone until we get to Atlanta, and then I’m going to make some calls.” He lifted a shoulder in a shrug looking far more nonchalant than he felt. “This isn’t a big deal, angel.”
“But that’s a whole pack of lies,” she insisted.
“Need I remind you that this is a tabloid? The people who matter don’t believe this stuff.” Yeah, of course they didn’t. The headlines had nothing to do with his phone blowing up. Nope. Not at all. “C’mon, darlin’. We need to get on the road.”
Go ahead and spill your secret (words) here. I promise we won’t tell. Nope. Not at all. 😉 … Psst! Hey, have you heard…