Lennox called a couple days later and invited Pam to go out sightseeing around the island. Despite her aunt's concern, Pam had no qualms about going out for a day with him.
"Don't let his Hollywood aura dazzle you," Aunt Carol said.
"Why are you so worried about him?"
"Because I saw that star-struck look on your face when you met him at the gallery."
Pam gave her aunt a guilty look. "Ok, yes, I admit I was surprised to see him in person. He's incredibly popular right now, and you have to admit he's awfully good-looking. And frankly, you could have warned me he would be there," she scolded. "But remember I lived in L.A. It's not unusual to see stars all over the place."
"Did you date any of them?"
"No." She had to admit that much. "No, I didn't. I never met any before. But now that I know more about him I can see he's a mere mortal like the rest of us. I promise I'm not star-struck, I can keep my feet on the ground. And I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."
There was a knock at the door, and as they exchanged a look Pam went to answer it. Lennox loomed in the doorway, nearly as tall as the doorframe. He wore a t-shirt and the ball cap he'd worn the night of the gallery opening when he'd come back looking for Pam.
"Good morning, ladies," he said brightly.
"Hi Len, come on in." Carol's manner had shifted to the same friendliness she'd shown him the night of the gallery opening. Pam gave her a sidelong glance.
Len stepped inside and pulled his ball cap off. "Hope you've got good walking shoes," he said to Pam.
She raised an eyebrow and looked down at her little sandals she had been going to wear. "I guess I'd better change. What did you have planned?"
"I thought we'd drive up to Cranberry Peak. It's a little bit of a hike to the top from the parking lot. But you don't want to do it in those things." He grinned, looking at her exposed feet.
"I'm not sure I have anything for hiking. I didn't do a lot of that in Los Angeles," Pam said with a laugh.
"That's all right. We'll just go for a drive then, there are plenty of scenic views."
Pam shrugged and grabbed a jacket. As they walked outside she wondered if he'd brought the beat-up old pickup truck, but was surprised to see a shiny new BMW in the driveway behind her car.
"Don't be too impressed," he said, as if reading her thoughts. "It's just a rental. If we were in L.A. I would've gotten a convertible, but they're not real popular up here for some reason."
"I can't imagine why." Pam glanced up at clouds threatening rain.
Lennox opened the car door for her. She was almost afraid to meet his gaze. All protests to her aunt notwithstanding, she was self-conscious around Lennox and acutely aware of his charms. His tousled black hair, deep brown eyes, and the short stubble showing he hadn't shaved that morning made him seem less the movie star and more like a rakish bad boy. He had the relaxed, cheerful attitude of someone who got his own way with a quick smile and a wink. Still, there was something thrilling in being in his company. She knew she would be the envy of thousands of women if she were seen with this new prince of Hollywood. Here in his hometown though, people took pleasure in claiming him as a friend, feeling their own status raised by association. At least Lennox--Howard, she reminded herself--seemed to be taking it all in stride. Possibly it was this carefree attitude of his that had carried him so far in his career, an attitude that typically came with time and success. But maybe it was that confidence he had to thank for his current status.
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A World AwayRomance
Pam Nelson's life in Los Angeles is unraveling. Out of work, out of money, she agrees to model for her best friend Trudy's boyfriend, Ron. But Ron has more on his mind than photography with Pam. Following a disastrous meeting with him, she decides t...