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  SECOND TO NONE

  K.A. LINDE

  Second to None

  Copyright © 2022 by K.A. Linde

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN-13: 978-1948427579

  CONTENTS

  Also By K.A. Linde

  Part I

  1. Savannah

  2. Savannah

  3. Savannah

  4. Savannah

  5. Savannah

  6. Savannah

  7. Savannah

  Part II

  8. SCAD

  9. SCAD

  10. SCAD

  11. Savannah

  12. Savannah

  13. SCAD

  14. SCAD

  15. SCAD

  Part III

  16. Savannah

  17. Savannah

  18. Harvard

  19. Harvard

  20. Malibu

  21. Atlanta

  22. Atlanta

  23. Atlanta

  Part IV

  24. Savannah

  25. New York City

  26. SCAD

  27. Savannah

  28. Savannah

  29. Savannah

  30. Atlanta

  31. Savannah

  Epilogue

  Wait for Always

  Also By K.A. Linde

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  A L S O B Y K. A. L I N D E

  COASTAL CHRONICLES

  Hold the Forevers

  At First Hate

  Second to None

  Wait for Always

  AVOIDING

  Avoiding Commitment · Avoiding Responsibility

  Avoiding Temptation · Avoiding Extras

  WRIGHT

  The Wright Brother · The Wright Boss

  The Wright Mistake · The Wright Secret

  The Wright Love · The Wright One

  A Wright Christmas · One Wright Stand

  Wright with Benefits · Serves Me Wright

  Wright Rival · Wright that Got Away

  All the Wright Moves

  CRUEL

  Cruel Money · Cruel Fortune · Cruel Legacy

  Cruel Promise · Cruel Truth

  Cruel Desire · Cruel Marriage

  Cruel Kiss · Cruel King

  RECORD

  Off the Record · On the Record · For the Record

  Struck from the Record · Broken Record

  TAKE ME DUET

  Take Me for Granted

  Take Me with You

  DIAMOND GIRLS SERIES

  Rock Hard · A Girl’s Best Friend

  In the Rough · Shine Bright · Under Pressure

  Following Me

  FANTASY ROMANCE

  BLOOD TYPE

  Blood Type · Blood Match

  Blood Cure

  ASCENSION

  The Affiliate · The Bound

  The Consort · The Society

  The Domina

  ROYAL HOUSES

  House of Dragons · House of Shadows

  House of Curses

  PART I

  1

  SAVANNAH

  PRESENT

  Coming here was a mistake.

  I reflexively brought the end of my long black hair to my mouth. It was a habit I’d had since childhood. One I’d thought I’d cracked. Leave it to my mother to bring back all my bad habits.

  “Anything else, Ms. Reynolds?” my driver asked as he lugged my Louis Vuitton luggage onto the sidewalk.

  “No. Thank you. That will be all.”

  I passed him some cash and waited for him to drive away before returning my gaze to the mansion of my nightmares. I’d done everything in my power to get out from under the press of my mother’s bad reputation. And somehow, I was right back where I’d started.

  “Why did I agree to this again?” I grumbled under my breath as I hauled my luggage up the front walk.

  My chest was heaving as I dropped the bags on the front porch. It didn’t seem to matter how much I tried; cardio and I just did not get along. It sure didn’t help that Savannah summers were oppressive on a good day. After living in LA for the last decade, my body wasn’t used to the humidity. It felt more like I was drinking the air than breathing it. So, I waited until my heart rate dropped, swiping the bead of sweat off my brow, before knocking on the front door to Montgomery House.

  The door swung inward, and my gorgeous, indomitable mother stood in the entrance. Rebecca Charlotte Montgomery was a force. I was an actress, made my living pretending to be someone else, and was frequently called larger than life. But I had nothing on my mother.

  “Josephine!” she said, her hand going to her chest. “You made it.”

  “I made it.”

  I could hardly keep from shaking my head at her. She wore a sheer floor-length pink robe with black edging over a corseted bathing suit. Her black hair was piled high on her head in a distinctly overly large Southern coif. And she had on fuzzy heeled slippers. She had a golden tan, indicative of our Mediterranean roots. I tanned that easily too. A dry martini with extra olives was in one hand.

  “Come in, darling.”

  “Where am I staying?” I asked as I dragged the bags over the threshold and into the house where I’d spent every summer since childhood up to my senior year.

  The air-conditioning hit me like a wave of relief. How did people live here before air-conditioning?

  “Your old room, of course. Don’t worry. I’ve had it renovated. You’ll feel right at home.”

  Sure. Right at home. That was exactly how I’d describe the feeling of being back in my mother’s house.

  I swallowed back the words and took the stairs up to the second-floor landing. The bedroom I’d occupied over the summers growing up was unrecognizable. Gone was the ruffled bedspread and white four-poster bed and delicate, feminine touches. Now, the room could have belonged to a stranger. It could have been a bed-and-breakfast for all I knew. The comforter was stark white with a mountain of pale blue and gold throw pillows. Everything was new and modern, in contrast to how old the house was.

  It felt like something I’d have back in LA. Not anything I’d expect in Savannah.

  This house fucked me up.

  My phone dinged, and I pulled it out to see a text from my dad.

  Did you make it? See your mom yet? You know you don’t have to stay there.

  I forced a smile at my dad’s concern. He and my mom hadn’t been together since I had been in the womb. They’d never been much more than civil. When I’d told him I was staying here, he’d balked. I didn’t blame him since my mother and I had never gotten along. But that was a long time ago.

  I made it. I’m upstairs in my old room. Mom is mom. I’ll be fine.

  Get a hotel if she becomes too much. Love you.

  Love you too.

  I set one suitcase on a luggage rack and changed out of my traveling suit and into a purple dress and heels. After running a cool towel on my
neck and wrists, I took a deep breath and headed back downstairs.

  The mansion had six bedrooms and six and a half bathrooms. It had belonged to her husband’s family for generations. She and Edward had never had children, and so, to everyone’s chagrin, it had been bequeathed to her upon his death. Meanwhile, my dad and I had lived in the north Atlanta suburbs. He was an artist, and without the child support checks my mother had diligently given him for taking me off her hands nine months out of the year, we wouldn’t have had a roof over our head. I’d hated always asking for money from my mother, but if I needed anything, it wasn’t my dad who provided. On the flip side, it certainly wasn’t my mother who had ever been there for me when it was important. Money didn’t solve all problems.

  “What do you think?” my mother asked when I entered the kitchen and found her shaking out another martini.

  “It’s … modern.”

  “I thought it’d remind you of LA.” She offered the drink to me. “Martini?”

  “No thanks.”

  “Well, Josephine, do you want to use the pool or …”

  “Josie,” I reminded her. While I went by Josephine professionally, I still wasn’t used to anyone who really knew me calling me that. Even my mother.

  She waved her hand at me. “I birthed you. I can call you what I want.”

  “Fine.” I ground my teeth together. “And no, I’m going to head to the set.”

  “All right. Let me get you a key.” She dropped her martini and reached in one of the kitchen drawers to retrieve a set of keys. “Gold one is to the front door. You can drive the Benz while you’re here.”

  “I can Uber,” I told her.

  “Don’t be silly. I have a garage of cars. Pick which one you want.”

  “Sure.”

  “And Josie,” my mother said softly. Her eyes were earnest when I faced her again. “I’m glad you’re staying here.”

  I shot her a half-smile. “I’ll see you later.”

  She nodded, and I disappeared through the living room to the garage. I still had no idea why I’d agreed to this. The relationship was complicated. I had been in middle school when my mother’s husband overdosed. She was the talk of the town for marrying one of the wealthiest men in Savannah, and her reputation turned to infamy after he died and she got every cent of his considerable fortune. Half of the town called her a gold digger and man-eater, and the other half said she killed him. I never knew what to believe, and my mother refused to speak on the subject. Couple that with her abandoning me with my dad—except for the summers, which I’d been coerced into spending with her—and we’d never gotten along.

  I probably would have given up coming to Savannah at all if my two best friends, Lila and Marley, weren’t here. They were the closest thing I’d ever had to sisters.

  And then there was Maddox.

  I shook my head and popped the door on the Mercedes. I didn’t want to think about Maddox. He was Marley’s twin brother and still lived in Savannah. I was sure that I was going to see him while I was filming here for six weeks. But complicated didn’t even begin to describe my relationship with him.

  Putting Maddox out of my thoughts, I took the car down the narrow Savannah streets and out of town toward the filming studio. After starring in the hit teen supernatural-school show Academy for eight seasons, we’d been off the air for two years. Now, the studio had green-lit a follow-up full-length movie to close out the last chapter of the show. Fans had been clamoring for it since it’d ended. I hadn’t been sure it was ever going to happen until I got the call a month ago.

  I parked out front of the mostly empty studio. We didn’t have to be here for another couple days, but I’d wanted to come home early. Lila and Marley were in Atlanta now but had promised to come visit. That had been enough to get me to agree. Any excuse to see my besties.

  My favorite director, Jimmy, from the first eight seasons of Academy had gotten the job for the film. He’d called me personally and offered me my spot as Cassie Herrington again. As if they could make it without me.

  I pulled the door open to the studio and entered a new world. Jimmy had mentioned some technological innovations, but truthfully, I hadn’t listened too hard. I was busy memorizing my lines and digging deep back into my character. Jimmy had said he’d meet me at the studio to discuss it all before we got started.

  But so far, I hadn’t seen him.

  “Josephine Reynolds,” a voice said behind me.

  I knew that voice. Oh God, I knew that voice.

  I whipped around and found Maddox Nelson standing in the middle of the studio, wearing a gray T-shirt, molded to his ripped figure, and dark jeans. His usual messy, wild curls were cut short and slicked into order. His jaw was square and chiseled and those dark eyes … they still went straight through me.

  I hadn’t seen him in a year and a half, and it hadn’t exactly ended amicably.

  Who was I kidding? It had gone up in flames and burned like a wildfire.

  “Maddox,” I whispered.

  “Hey, Josie,” he said with a smirk on his lips. “Surprise.”

  2

  SAVANNAH

  PRESENT

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, frozen in place.

  “Didn’t you hear? I’m doing the visual effects.”

  The words were out of his mouth, and still, I didn’t quite process them. Maddox was an incredibly talented animator. He’d started his career working with Pixar before creating his own company, MadSon Productions, and moving over to CGI for popular superhero movies. I’d never thought that he’d agree to work on something as small as an Academy movie.

  “I … I didn’t hear.” My voice quavered slightly, and I reached for the bravado that was my signature. But somehow, with Maddox, I just couldn’t manage it anymore. “So, we’ll be working together? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “And miss the look on your face?” he said with a laugh. “Never.”

  He didn’t say that we hadn’t spoken in eighteen months. That neither of us had crossed that divide. That didn’t need to be said. We both let it hang between us.

  It didn’t explain what he was doing here. Why he’d be here when I’d thought he never wanted to see me again. Which was hard enough, considering he was my best friend’s twin brother.

  “Well, this should be … fun,” I said, glancing around the room. “How can they afford you?”

  He shrugged. “I had a break in my schedule. After a year off, we all wanted to get back to work. No matter what it was.”

  That I understood completely—2020 had felt like a decade. It was nice that my career was back up and running after the break. When Jimmy had called, I’d nearly jumped out of my seat. I was ready to be anywhere but stuck in my house in LA.

  “True. I wasn’t sure the Academy reboot was ever going to happen. Even though the fans begged for it.”

  He shrugged. “You have a huge fan base.”

  It was hard not to smile when I thought about everything that Academy had given me. Eight full seasons, an Emmy for best actress, and a rabid fan base that adored me. I could never thank them enough for how I’d gotten here.

  “There’s my favorite person!” a man crowed behind me.

  A smile split my face, and I found Jimmy Torsney striding toward me. “Jimmy,” I cried, throwing my arms around him.

  He picked me up and swung me around in place. When he set me back down on my feet, his smile was wide and welcoming. “Girl, look at your skinny ass. Having a gym in your house sure paid off.”

  I laughed. “Wasn’t much else to do.”

  “The boys are going to be salivating over you,” he said. He winked at Maddox. “The straight ones at least.”

  Maddox kept a straight face through Jimmy’s antics. He was always like this. The one non-creepy director we’d had, who always had our back when a producer got too handsy.

  “Don’t sell me short, Jimmy,” I teased. “The girls will be into me too.” I twirled in place for him. My pur
ple skirt flying in a circle around my thighs. This was the Josephine Reynolds that had gotten a lead actress position at twenty-two after never acting before in her life. It was so much easier being her when Maddox wasn’t looking on.

  “She’s right, you know,” Jimmy agreed. “Well, to business then. I see you’ve met our visual effects guy. Maddox Nelson is the best in the business. We are beyond lucky to have him.”

  “Thanks, Jimmy,” Maddox said. His eyes shot back to mine. My insides turned to jelly in that one quick glance.

  “I won’t let you be modest,” Jimmy said, slinging arms around both of our shoulders and directing us toward the massive structure at the center of the studio. “From eight seasons of Academy to this film, it’s going to be night and day. Night and day!” He grinned broadly at me. “We’re elevating everything to the next level, and it’s all because of this guy.”