Suddenly, the wheel jerked to the right missing a parked car that jutted out on the road, “Hold on!” Matt called out. All she could think was why was he driving and why did Carl allow it? The bleach-blonde, blue eyed hunk of a man was in his element and seemed to thrive on the wild, cross-country 4-wheel driving. He was a bonafide creation of her agent/producer, Carl Jaspers. He looked the part too with his rustic, western style hat and cowboy jeans. And, for the thrill of the on looking entourage, he left his white shirt unbuttoned far enough to show all that manly hair on his chest. The thought of having to touch his chest one more time, for one more take and kissing him too, was more than a sane person could handle.