The Secret Roommate

All I need is a place to hide for a few weeks.

The paparazzi were on my case 24/7 and I needed a bit of breathing room-an escape from the madness-before the media frenzy begins.

Sure, I could have gone to a secluded cabin in the woods-but I didn't want to be bored out of my mind. I'd seen enough wide open spaces as a kid from Texas to last me a lifetime.

So instead, I let my sports agent hook me up with a modest house in the burbs where we didn't think anyone would find me hiding in plain sight.

I'd have a roommate; but supposedly, she was going to give me space. Stay out of my way and respect my boundaries. According to my agent, I wouldn't hear a peep from her.

Wrong. He was wrong about everything and now my life was never going to be the same.