Brett: Dinner for the principal cast at 8. El Loro Feliz. Tanque Verde Rd.
âDang,â Emma says. âI really need to work on a paper.â
Dinner means Iâll see her later on, but now is a better chance to ask about school. âMcGregor told me youâre already a couple of years into college,â I say. âShouldnât you have just graduated from high school?â
She nods. âI marched with my original class in May, but I actually finished about a year and a half ago. My last on-set tutor put me on an acceleration plan, so yeah, Iâm almost a junior.â
âBut how do you go to school with such a busy schedule?â
âMy classes are all taught online. Youâll see me studying at work. Tons.â
I graduated from high school early too, and have considered online courses, but it doesnât seem like theyâd be the same. âWill you eventually have to take campus classes?â I ask.
âI need to choose a major before Iâll know. Itâs taking me forever to decide because I want to learn about
everything
.â
Emma motions to the entrance of
Paraiso del Rio
, just ahead.
I pull up to the front gates, and a security guard peers through my open window. âGood evening, Miss Taylor,â he says. âIs this a guest we should expect on a regular basis?â
Emma gives me a scrutinizing look, but she doesnât get the opportunity to make a wisecrack. âHi, Iâm Jake Elliott, her best friend with benefits,â I tell the guard. âSo, yeah, Iâll be here
a lot
.â
He laughs and waves us on.
I punch the gas pedal, and Emma smacks my arm. âNow Iâll definitely tell them to watch out for you. Thereâs a reason I moved here; itâs like Fort Knox.â
Sheâs right. Even after we make it past the guard, weâre met by an additional gate leading into the next section of the community. I stop at the keypad and turn to her for instructions. Emma hesitates, then says, âExcuse me for a moment, but Iâm gonna have to get a little up close and personal.â
She releases her seat belt, plants one of her knees on my armrest, and leans all the way across me so she can enter the code. She isnât exactly indecent, but I canât help but notice the obvious. âVersace, huh?â
It takes Emma a few tries to get the code right. When the gate finally opens, she comes back through the window and pauses when our faces are even. âI donât recall giving you permission to look at my butt.â
âUh ⦠sorry?â I reply. âIâll get my people to call your people the next time your butt is the only view I have.â She sits back down, and I drive forward. âAnd I only noticed the label because I did some work for them a while back.â
Why do I feel like I have to
try
to impress her?
âCool,â she says. âDid they give you freebies?â
âOf courseâI always work free clothes into a deal. And I really like their ties.â
She seems intrigued. âHow often do you wear a tie?â
I shrug. âIf Iâm home on the weekends, I go to church with my mom.â
Emma smiles. âMy parents would freak if I wore Versace tochurch. We go to this tiny country chapel outside of Fayetteville. The fanciest thing Iâm allowed to wear is a feathered hat.â
I picture her as a true Southern belle, not in a movie but in her actual life, and I have to resist an impulse to touch her. I try to keep a straight face when I say, âOnly my ties are Versace. My suits are by Armani.â
âGosh!â Emma says, but it comes out like
gawsh
. Talking about her home has brought out a hint of a drawl, and it makes me laugh. âThatâs a serious clash of the Titans.â
The recreation area of her community has a tennis court, a couple of pools under canopies of palm treesâone with a waterfallâand a fitness center.