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I'm just arm candy."Guin let go of my hand to embrace Ryan Seacrest, who pulled her into the spotlight. The fans wanted her, but she put her arm around my waist and brought me into the shot at her side.Seacrest went with it, admired the cut of my tux and asked my name. His brow wrinkled as he tried to figure out if he knew me-and then Scarlett Johansson arrived, said "Hi, Jack"-and Guin and I were shooed along the red carpet that ran through the gauntlet of bleachers up to the entrance of the Beverly Hilton.Wrong time for my cell phone to ring."Don't take it, Jack," Guin said. "You're off duty. You're mine for tonight, okay?" Her smile dimmed, and worry shadowed her beautiful features. "Okay, Jack?"I glanced at the caller ID. "This'll just take a second."The caller was Andy Cushman, and I couldn't believe it. Andy was a rock, but the voice on the phone was strained to breaking with tears."Jack. I need you to come to the house. I need you here right now.""Andy, this is not a good time. Trust me, it isn't. What's wrong?""It's Shelby. She's dead, Jack."
Chapter 2
DEAD? HOW COULD Shelby be dead? There had to be some mistake. But how could there be?I was the one who had introduced Shelby to Andy. I was best man at their wedding less than six months ago. I'd had dinner with them last week at Musso and Frank. Andy told me they were going to name their first kid Jack. Not John or Jackson, just Jack.Had Shelby suffered a heart attack-at her age? Had there been a car accident? Andy hadn't said, but he was devastated. And what hurt Andy hurt me.I stuffed a wad of bills into the valet's hand, escorted a visibly upset Guin to the ballroom with apologies, and handed her over to Matt Damon. When I got back out to the street, my car wa