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Vince glanced down at his watch. He was an extremely punctual individual, to the point where if he was late, then you could safely assume he was dead or injured to the point of no return. As usual, he was about a half an hour early, standing in the precise location where he was supposed to meet Lucia, where he did meet her every morning. No, he couldn't go gallivanting off to her trailer to tell her good morning every day. He'd love to, but her manager was already breathing down his neck about spending so much time with her. He could understand the man's worrying, but it was one of the most annoying things on the planet. The only thing more annoying was that he loved her, and he couldn't tell the entire world. A man like Vince had never experienced love before. He grew up in a family that didn't show affection, not even in times of hardship. His parents died, his aunt and uncle simply urged him to move on and doubled his chores around their Alabama farm to take his mind off things. The more he thought back to it the more he realized that's probably where his workaholic sense came from; if there's something bothering him, he'll work out or find some way to occupy his time. It was very productive at times, but it could be just as destructive as well.

But he was in a perfect mood this morning, leaning lightly against the wall just inside the door. He gave a sigh, suddenly wanting those extra thirty minutes back in the form of sleep. He never needed a whole lot or got much of it, and it was even rare when he admitted he needed a bit more, but the forty-five minute commute from his friend's house where he was staying to the studio often presented a problem. He would keel over before he was late, so he often arrived with something like an hour to spare. Call him crazy, but he didn't exactly want anything to happen without him knowing about it. He was a control freak at heart, though he was getting better about it. At least when he was alone with Lucia. It was safe to say she was his entire world right now, and he hoped it wouldn't end anytime soon. His protective nature had damn near doubled since he sort of proposed to her, though he felt it was needed. Things on set had been tense with her argument with the Edwards guy, and the heat they'd been feeling toward each other. That and all the testosterone running around; he knew that was getting to her too. He was more than okay with the circumstances. As long as her bastard ex wasn't involved with anything.

He yawned a little as he looked at his watch a little neurotically. People were starting to drift in, assistants with coffee, security guards, people in suits, someone with a box of donuts, obnoxious people on cell phones. Just another day in the Industry, right? He was actually kind of dying for someone to pick a fight. He had a lot of pent up rage he felt like he never really got to release. It just wasn't the same unless he was beating the shit out of someone who genuinely pissed him off. He was basically praying for Lucia's ex to pull something, just so he had an excuse to kick the living shit out of him. But he knew that wouldn't happen simply because he wanted it to. However, he was getting pretty bored here in Canada. He and Lucia could go to the privacy of her home and have a nice night together: he had to retire in the basement of a friend's house with his dog, alone (though by choice since he preferred it to living in a hotel for the duration they were here). He sighed and, yet again, looked at his watch. For once, he wanted someone he knew to walk by, someone he could talk to. He was tired of the monotony, something he never thought he would think let alone admit.

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Love was something Paige Nilles wasn’t used to either and it was happening to her now. She knew what it was deep down, but it was hard for her to admit to it, not only to others, but also herself. She figured it was obvious to everyone else, considering she was spending more time with the guy than she ever spent with any guy before. Granted, she has spent a lot of time with a lot of guys, but never just one guy. She was having a good time, no doubt about that. But she did wish things were back to being the way they used to be. They were getting boring, Paige noticed. He had his best friend problem that was always pissing him off or was always out for filming; they weren’t as predictable as they used to be. She was trying not to let it get to her, though.

Regardless of the situation, there was no where else she’d rather be than Tristan’s trailer right now. Even though she used to be utterly disgusted by trailers and demanded a hotel every time she was filming out of New York, she’d manged to spend her time in Tristan’s trailer for nearly a month. It wasn’t the only way the guy had changed her, though. Paige was noticing that she was starting to hate being around her manager more than she ever had. The more Paige liked Tristan, the more her manager felt the need to be such a bitch to Paige. Matter of fact, however, it was Paige who had changed. Her manager was the same bitch, it was Paige was starting to see the good in things rather than bitching about everything and making everyone she met feel like shit. Maybe that was why Paige was bored these days. She was too nice and less like her mother, aka her manager. The less fighting was boring her, she probably just needed someone to bitch at.

Waking up early this morning, Paige decided to go for a walk for once instead of lying there and staring at Tristan for hours until he woke up. It was pretty busy this morning, but it wasn’t surprising; it was this busy every day. It was the Industry after all. She suddenly felt like she wasn’t used to it anymore, starting to feel all homesick. Then again, there was no where she wanted to be other than here. She was just sickened by this place, considering no one wanted to talk to her. When she was with Tristan, though, people seemed to back off, but without him, all she ever got were dirty looks. She didn’t blame anyone but herself. She hadn’t been the nicest person and really wanted to change that.

It hadn’t been long when she saw Vince sitting nearby, just looking around and checking his watch. Paige wasn’t sure whether or not he’d be friendly company. It had been a while since she’d talked to him, even before she met Tristan. He did scare her at first. There wasn’t much history with this one, though. Same as every other guy she met before she met tristan and she was probably just another A-list bitchy whore to him when they first met. That probably didn’t change. He checked his watch again and Paige approached him with a coffee in hand. ”Waiting for someone?” Paige pretended like she didn’t know. In all honesty, she kinda had no clue. Deciding to just sit down beside him would be too out of the blue, considering he was just old one-night fling to her from months and months ago. Right now, he just seemed like good company and someone to talk to. She just worried that he, too, would ignore her and give her a nasty look. He wasn’t the type, though. It was probably why she decided to approach him.

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Eventually, Vince noticed he was being way too neurotic about this. He really needed to just sit back and relax, even though it wasn't exactly his style. He wasn't the laid back kind of guy, more so the quiet one with little to say but a world of presence. He never really had to say much considering his physical presence demanded a lot of anyone around. He was a big guy, hard to miss, and definitely noticed by just about everyone though he felt as if he could slide through a crowd undetected. He liked where he was in the social ladder: high enough to get respect without demanding it but low enough to still be considered a human being and be treated as such. He could never handle fame like Lucia, with grace and poise that often blew his mind. He didn't understand how she kept it all together so well, even though he did get to see the candid side of her, the side that had feelings and vulnerabilities. And he most certainly loved that side of her too. If she came with only the stoic happiness that people generally saw in her, or the sexy sensuality she so often displayed, he probably wouldn't be as interested. Getting the job as her bodyguard had changed the course of his life for the better, and he accepted it with open arms.

The next thing he knew, he could sense he was being approached. He was an extremely aware being, something his time in the marines taught him. His eyesight along with coordination was so acute, some people probably wouldn't believe it from the thirty year old. His green eyes didn't take long to find the slightly unkempt blonde hair of none other than Paige Nilles. Now that brought back a hearty piece of history to Vince's mind. He was still pretty young when he was assigned to her, as a security device of course. It had been when he was just starting out as an employee of some of the bigger pieces of work Hollywood had to offer. It was a simple job; just escort her to and from a performance space. He knew it wouldn't be hard, and it wasn't.. well, depending upon how you looked at it. He'd been a different person then, so of course he'd slept with her. It wasn't something he was proud of, but it seemed Vince Moore was notorious for sleeping with clients. Paige, California, now Lucia.. What a tiger.

There was no way he would hold it against her, nor all the things that were often tossed around about her. He'd gotten a taste of fame and he knew it was bitter, so he couldn't blame her for being the same way. Besides, he knew if he spent that much time with whiny Tristan Silvers, he'd probably be a bitch too. He greeted her with a half-smile, the same one just about everyone got as a salutation from him. He was strangely predictable at times. "Like you don't know who," he said with a grin, knowing she was probably aware of his working for Lucia. It seemed the entire world was, and they were pretty damn good at guessing that they were sleeping together too. They just didn't know the depth for which they felt for each other. Being with her had made him much more personable to be around, even for other people like now. Generally he would have blown Paige off, ignored her even. But he was sort of happy to see her, and he could see through her attitude and know she wasn't as miserable as she might be letting on. "I thought I heard you were around, but I could never be sure until I saw with my own eyes," he teased her a little, scooting over as his gesture to show she could sit down next to him if she pleased.

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She got a smile and it at least calmed her down to the point where she figured he wasn’t about to strangle her to death or worse, neglect her presence. He really was nice company and that’s honestly all she needed right now. Then again, it was probably wrong to be up in his face when he was clearly waiting on someone, but since when does Paige care about anyone else’s feelings but herself? After all, he was just her guard from centuries ago. Maybe a little more, but it shouldn’t be shocking. Paige had relationships like these with practically anyone before she met Tristan: bouncers, cameramen, producers, movie directors. Anyway, the point was that she appreciated the warm smile she got from him, it wasn’t something that changed about him. And by now, he was grinning. That time, Paige managed a smile too. ”Ahh, of course. I shouldn’t have asked.”

At that point, it just became clear that he really was waiting and who he was waiting for. She could tell he hung out with Lucia more than he was supposed to and Paige sure as hell wasn’t the dumb one to not know where it was going. Being confused about her own love life (if it could be called that), she had no clue what to think of Lucia’s relationship with her bodyguard. Plus, it wasn’t like it was her business at all. Come to think of it, though, it wasn’t like everything else was out of her business. So what Vince said was probably a joke, but what did it matter to anyone if she was in New York or Canada or some unknown club in Miami? Why did they have to be up in her business about everything?

Watching him scoot over and gesture the spot beside him, Paige quietly sat down and looked forward at the people coming in and out. She took a sip of her coffee and leaned back, ”Well, I’m sure you’ve heard more than that.” She nodded. ”And you see me now, I guess.” Was all she said. It wasn’t that it was awkward between them, but she was suddenly deep in thought. She would’ve never really imagined Vince to be the kind to wait on a girl like this, it was the other way around. Perhaps, she was taking it the wrong way and it was nothing like that.

Not everyone was like her and was suddenly in love, though. Summer love kinda thing taking over or something? She didn’t know, but she liked it. And assumed this is how everyone feels when they find someone like Paige found Tristan. Could be the same deal with Vince, but again, there was no reason for her to butt in. She was now smiling to herself, lost in her little world. She snapped out of it too late, but quickly enough for her to not look like a complete idiot. ”So how’ve you been, Vince? I mean it’s been a while since we last talked.” They never had been the talking kind. It wasn’t like it mattered anymore; she was only trying to make conversation, wasn’t sure how well that was going when her mind was completely out of it.

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