Page 37 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
“Do I look okay?”
“Always.”
Jordan laughed. “I know it’s one of those trick questions. Right up there with ‘Does this dress make me look fat?’”
Her jeans did not make her look the least bit fat. Andrew swallowed and looked away. “My brother-in-law told me to never, ever answer that question.”
“Good thing I’m not wearing a dress.”
“Do you need a hug? I mean, friends hug...” Andrew shoved his hands in his pockets as he felt the heat in his face rise.
“Really? I could use a hug.”
Andrew pulled his hands out and opened his arms. Jordan walked into the hug and wrapped her arms around his waist. Andrew closed his arms and breathed in her peachy fragrance. Princess yipped and jumped on their legs, her tail wagging. After a few counts, he dropped his arms.
Jordan stepped back. “We’re good?”
“Better than good. We are friends.”
15
September and Adamstood near the entrance of the studio, looking like they should be the lead characters in a Hearthfire movie. He even wore a plaid shirt. Two Hastings security guards in navy blue polos stood a discreet distance away with a woman in jeans and a I heart dogs t-shirt. As Jordan approached, the couple broke apart, and September engulfed Jordan in a hug.
“I brought that magical dog person I told you about. She’ll get Princess back to her old self in no time.” The medium-sized brunette stepped forward and stood next to September, who made the introductions. “This is Tonie. She’s a wiz with dogs.”
A polite shaking of hands followed.
Acting. This Jordan could do. “Thank you. I’ve been so worried. Princess won’t touch her kibble at all.” Not a lie. Princess didn’t like dry dog food.
The door of the studio opened, and Kittie, in her stocking cap, whistled one shrill note. “Hey, in here for the meeting.”
“I’ll wait out here. Mr. Andrew can introduce me to your dog,” said Tonie.
Andrew leaned in close to Jordan’s ear. “You got this. Adam will keep an eye on you.”
September caught Jordan’s arm. “Let’s go hear what’s going on.”
The cast and crew gathered around the grand-stairway set. Paul stood three steps up. “No show is without its problems, but it seems this one is starting out full of them. They rerouted a truck carrying the rest of the sets to Kalamazoo, and they won’t be here until this afternoon or evening. I’ve had the set designers go through the ones we have here, and apparently we are missing something from every set other than the dining room. Since the main scene for that room requires Claire Lee’s cameo, we won’t be able to shoot today. September, my apologies, but we can’t shoot the Christmas Tree song today. We should be able to do it tomorrow. I’ll email out the rest of the changes. We’ll film on Saturday to make up for the lost day. Questions?”
No one spoke.
“Cast, please practice your lines. Crew, let’s finish getting things unloaded.”
September linked her arm through Jordan’s. “Come with us. Adam’s promised me the best cheese curd in the state.”
Jordan found Stu among the milling crowd. “I’m going with September. She has a full entourage of Hastings Security guards with her.”
“Is Andrew going with you too?”
“I assume so. I’ll be taking Princess.”Please don’t send Hearthfire guards.
“Check in when you get back.” Stu dismissed them with a wave.
September gave Adam a thumbs-up. “Ride with me. Adam and Andrew can meet us there.”
“What about Princess?”
“Look, Tonie has her.” September slid into the back seat of an SUV, Jordan following her. A driver and another guard got in the front. September leaned forward. “Can we have the privacy window up? I’m going to talk about your boss, and I know you don’t want to hear how good of a kisser he is.”
