now on...” Tippy cooed as licked the baked beans off the finger she had just dunked in the crock pot, “I’m not catering anything, I’m just telling you how many people are coming over.”

“I had fun,” Ian admitted, “besides it helped me get over the hangover.”

Tippy looked at him and grinned, “Did you have a good time, last night? I’ve been dying to know, but Colt refused to let me call or come over.”

A voice from the other side of the table piped in, “I don’t know if he had a good time, but everyone else there had a great time, and this man provided it!”

Tippy’s big brown eyes went huge, “Spill!”

Ian looked at the ground, “Aw, we all had a good time, and apparently I had a little too much to drink, either that or the scotch in California is a lot higher proof than back home.”

“Couldn’t tell you were drunk by the way you were singing and dancing, you had the place right in the palm of your hand!” The man said.

“You didn’t!” Tippy grabbed Ian’s arm, “you sang and danced? I didn’t know you could sing and dance!”

“I can’t. That’s why I must have been drunk.”

“Buddy,“ the man said as he took a slug from whatever was in his glass, “then you need to get drunk more often. I was with two other blokes, all of us straight as an arrow, and after that last song we were all ready to lie on our backs and spread our legs for you, that’s how hot you were mate!”

Ian blushed and Tippy slapped him on the chest, “Oh my God! I’d have killed to see that!” She pinched Ian’s butt and sort of whispered, “You dog! Did ‘ja get laid, honey?”

“Tip? Someone’s at the front door and you gave Inez the afternoon off.” Colton yelled.

“Damn, don’t move Ian, I want to hear every detail.” And she was off like, well, Mamie Rae Tipton.

The man stuck out his hand, “Jeremy Tyson.” He didn’t have to introduce himself, Ian had recognized him immediately.

“Ian Justyn” he said as he took the hand a shook it.

Jeremy was one of the hottest actors in the film industry, an Aussie wild boy, with the reputation of a foul mouth, and an actor’s actor. He had been a hard partying playboy until he shocked the industry by marrying Susan Andrews, sister half of America’s most successful family singing duo, and surprised everyone by not only making the marriage last but gaining the reputation of being a devoted family man.

Susan Andrews was not far from his side, and was America’s sweetheart. Her stunning alto was the reason the recordings with her brother had rocketed to the top of the charts and made them one of the all time best selling English speaking artists world wide. Her brother, a reputed temperamental control freak, was considered the creative genius, but it was Susan who had the talent. She, too, was anxious to introduce herself.

“You were wonderful last night.” she gushed like a teenager.

Ian was having a hard time swallowing it all, but thanked her politely and laughed when she asked what label he recorded for. He explained that he wasn’t a performer that he was in development for a network and left it at