Prologue
“Whoo, baby, I got it.” Bobby swept Maya into a hug, and then circled her around the room.
Her hazel eyes shone with excitement when he finally set her down in the middle of their tiny apartment.
“Really?”
Bobby’s long, flaxen locks waved about his face when he nodded. “You’re looking at the co-star. No more two-bit shit for me.” He puffed out his chest, which was admirably displayed by the almost completely unbuttoned silk shirt.
Bobby still held her in a loose embrace and Maya pressed herself closer. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “This is it. Your big shot.” She started to kiss him, but he moved away.
He nodded. “I’m going all the way. This movie is shit, but some day there will be an Oscar waiting for me.” Bobby’s dreamy blue eyes went slightly out of focus. He stared into the cracked mirror in the hall.
Maya rolled her eyes because she knew he was either lost in his own reflection or in his dreams of the glory days that awaited him. She cast an eye around the hovel they had shared for eighteen months since their arrival in Los Angeles. Now they could finally afford something better—and more than that... “We can get married.”
He blinked and turned his deeply tanned face back in her direction. “Yeah. Soon.”
She threw herself against him and hugged him again. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” It had seemed like forever while they waited for his big break. He worked in whatever bit parts he could find, and she had worked fast food, childcare, and retail. Of the jobs she’d had, Maya preferred her current one as a salesgirl at Macy’s makeup counter. “We’re going to be rich.”
He frowned down at her. “This isn’t about being rich, Maya.”
Her eyes widened. “But you always say…”
A grin teased his lips. “This is about being fucking rich—and more famous than God.”
She laughed along with him.
His expression turned serious. “I’m going to make it. I swear to you now. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Maya framed his flawless face in her cupped hands. “We’ll do whatever it takes, baby.”