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Synopsis: Years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class.
This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone could even dream he’d turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today.
In case you live under a rock and don’t know who Trip Wiley is, just know that these days, he’s the actor found at the top of every casting director’s wish list. He’s incredibly talented and insanely gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very desirable.
And not just to casting directors, either.
I can’t confirm any of the gossip from his early years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was famous, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is not a new concept.
I should know. I was one of them.
And my life hasn’t been the same since.
EXCERPT from Remember When (Remember Trilogy #3)
Trip gauged the expression on my face, and it made a wide grin split his features. He took my hand as the hostess led us through the dining room, but when she started to put the menus down at a booth near the stage, Trip whispered something to her I couldn’t hear as he slipped a bill in her hand. She changed direction and led us to a private table in a darkened corner instead.
Once we were alone, I said, “Hey. Henry Hill. How come we didn’t come in through the kitchen?”
He got my Goodfellas reference and started to chuckle. “What am I, a clown? Do I amuse you?”
Before I could tell him what a funny guy he was, he said, “I’ve learned it’s best to tip beforehand. You get better service that way.”
“Fair enough, Mr. Wiley.”
He looked at me then, frozen in the act of placing his napkin across his lap. “You know, you’ve only called me that once before.”
I took a sip of my water. “What? Mr. Wiley?”
“Yeah. During our interview. You said that exact same thing to me. You never… You never call me by that name.”
“Because it’s not your name.”
“Yeah. But even people who knew me growing up can accept that I changed it.”
“Not legally, though, right?”
He leaned back in his seat and shot me a sham dirty look. “No. Not legally. What’s your point?”
“That it’s just… all for show. Trip Wiley is all just smoke and mirrors. TripWilmington’s the guy I fell in love with.”
I’d never seen him smile quite so big.
About the Author: T. Torrest is a New Adult fiction writer from the U.S. She has written many books, but prays that only a handful of them will ever see the light of day. Her stories are geared toward readers of any age that know how to enjoy a good laugh and a dreamy romance.
Ms. Torrest was a child of the eighties, but has since traded in her Rubik’s cube for a laptop and her Catholic school uniform for a comfy pair of yoga pants. She likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. She’s not much into health food, but she does enjoy talking about herself in the third person.
A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently resides there with her husband and two sons.