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Chapter Thirty-Five

Two days later, a dressing room for Wren to use while she was filming had been set up in a monstrous-sized motor home. That way they could transport everything that was needed for her performances to each different location ahead of time.

There were guards scheduled to be available for around-the-clock surveillance, even though they hadn’t even begun performing yet. That was the unfortunate problem with having to have the trailer on scene for her wardrobe and makeup changes. It meant that everyone, even the public, would be aware of where she was during the filming, even when they moved from one location to another.

Jeff could see that Wren was enjoying this, even though he could sense every day – and night – that went by that she truly wasn’t looking forward to leaving.

Last night, she’d clung to him tightly. Later on, she’d left the room for a moment, and when she’d returned and he’d kissed her, he’d tasted the tears she’d obviously been crying.

“At least that’s good,” he muttered aloud, watching as the production crew began setting up the music camp stage for their first day of filming.

He was so deeply in love with her, that he’d been looking for any little sign of her cracking, so he’d been almost relieved this morning, because it would have been hard to accept that the powerful connection they seemed to have was only one-sided. How they would work it out in a long-distance relationship, he wasn’t sure, but he knew that he couldn’t let her go.

At least not without a fight. But Wren had to be the one who made the decision.

When Wren walked out onstage, Jeff tried hard to control his laughter. Although the slim-fitting purple vintage gown did seem to suit her – she looked stunning with her hair up high – it was a definite change of image from any of her previous videos.

When she noticed that he was trying not to laugh, she stuck out her tongue at him.

And that did it. He started laughing loudly.

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The video that was filmed on the following day was a twilight performance on the Dragonfly Pointe Inn gazebo, and this time, Wren was decked out in a floral print dress paired with a jean jacket and short boots with stubby heels, while playing her guitar.

Her hair had been trimmed back to the Cleopatra look, he noticed, because he really liked it that way.

As far as Jeff could tell, they were filming pretty quickly. Whoever had decided on how the video would be put together had apparently been highly organized.

Tomorrow, they would be filming inside the conservatory auditorium. Normally, they would have put together an audience, but supposedly, they would use some clips from previous videos if needed because of the additional security that might be required since Wren could be more exposed.

Jeff got to view the clips with Wren after the filming was finished, and he could sure say one thing, they did seem to know what they were doing and what they were after.

“What do you think?” he whispered.

“I think that I’ve learned not to question the artistry, no matter how weird whatever they’re asking me to do might be,” she answered, giving him an impish grin.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” he muttered, snorting.

“I think we’re done for the day, even though food has been ordered. Let’s sneak out of here.”

“That’s more than fine with me,” he answered dryly. “The cruiser’s parked down below.”

“Good. That’s why I changed back to my everyday clothes right away,” she admitted.

When they quickly stepped down the staircase leading to the dock belonging to the Inn, Wren said, “I’m not sure, but there might be a woman who’d been following me around today. Hopefully, she was someone Jake hired.”

Jeff frowned. “We’ll check with Jake once we’re home.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

A few days later, Wren was sitting at her dressing table in the trailer conversing with Robin while she applied Wren’s makeup.

“I’ve noticed that you seem to have a new man in your life,” Robin said quietly.

That was strange. Usually, Wren was the one to initiate conversation between them.

“I do. I’m dreading having to leave. I’ve never felt this way about a man before,” Wren admitted.

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