"Where exactly do you live?"

"Little beach bungalow off Kanan."

"You came kind of far to our party then."

Brady grinned. "I like to drive. And I especially like to drive this car."

"Fast too," I murmured.

He laughed at that. "Maybe a little. You nervous, Nurse Lincoln?"

"Speed kills. Or wrecks bodies." I sounded a little prim and proper. But I was surprised when he did slow down. Just a smidge. "Thank you."

"Hey, no worries." He made the turn and then another couple turns before going up a long, straight road.

"I have to get up pretty early tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Cinderella, I'll have you back in time."

He turned the Corvette sideways in front of a gate and then jumped out almost before the car had stopped. He punched a code into a box on the side of the gate, and the gate swung open. Brady ran back to the car and drove through. The gate closed behind us.

"I've been meaning to get that fixed so I can do it from the car, but it's still set up the way the old owners had it."

"Who used to own the place?" I wondered.

"An exec from Paramount Studios. He and his wife decided to move to Pacific Palisades."

The Corvette was now on a winding stone driveway that led up to a magnificent house that was made to look like an old European castle.

I stared at Brady as he pulled to a stop in front of the portcullis. Okay it was just an ordinary front door. "A little beach bungalow?"

"Well." Brady grinned as he got out of the car. "There are amazing views of the ocean. Come check them out."

When I managed to get out of the car with some kind of grace, I followed him. He was making his way toward the side of the house, facing the west. He had long legs, and it was a little hard to keep up when he wanted to go fast, I noticed.

The castle was on a hill that overlooked the ocean, and below that some kind of fruit orchard. Maybe orange trees. Looked like citrus. It was hard to see, as it was getting a lot darker.

"It's not that easy to see at night, I guess," Brady said. "But during the day you can see for miles. I sometimes take a chair out here and watch the sailboats and surfers." He sighed. "Not that I get a lot of free time."

"Show's on summer hiatus, right?"

"Yeah, just for another month or so. Then it's back to work. Plus my agency is fielding offers for a movie or two. I'll see what comes up." Brady smiled and gestured to the back of the house. "This way."

I nearly swallowed my tongue when he showed me his infinity pool.

"God, I hate you."

He gave a startled laugh. "What?"

I grinned unrepentantly. "You're filthy rich and famous, and I'm envious is all. Fuck me. I dream of having a pool like this."