Page 45 of Arranging Ayra
Hmm.
As I shrugged off my jacket and stripped out of my scouting clothes, I wondered who else could possibly bring flowers to my room. It had to be Barnaby. The thought pleased me to no end. How romantic and charming and oh so Mr. Darcy.
I quickly threw on a pretty yellow summer dress adorned with pale green flowers, slipped into leather flip flops and headed downstairs to the café.
“I took the liberty of ordering you a ginger tea, just the way you like it,” Keely said as I sat opposite her.
Hmm? Sucking up? What in the world was all this about?
“Thanks,” I said taking a tentative sip.
“I also took the liberty of ordering our sandwiches and soup.”
“No time to waste, I see.”
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“No. Of course not... then again. It depends on what you ordered,” I said with a chuckle.
“Roast duck on whole wheat with a vegetable noodle soup.”
“Sounds good.”
Our lunches arrived moments later, and Keely immediately leaned in. “So. How did your surveillance of Moon Manor’s property go?”
“Very well. Jai had shown me a small portion of the property when we first arrived, but the lakes are way out there and quite impressive. The immensity of this property is mind boggling.”
“And which lake do you prefer?”
“I have to say the smaller one... the one with the small wooden bridge crossing over it. Not only is the bridge charming in an old-world sort of way, but at a certain point of the bridge, we see Moon Manor. It really is quite lovely.”
Keely smiled and I knew we were on the same page. “Good,” she said. “That’s the one I preferred, too. There were aspects of the larger one that were appealing, and I was torn between the two. So glad we agree.”
It was so good to see her laugh and enjoy herself. It really was like back in grad school where life was fun and easy and relatively stress free.
“Well then, it’s settled. Right?”
“Right.” She took a bite of her sandwich followed by several spoonfuls of soup.
Sensing she had so much more to say, I watched her carefully. If she did have something else to say, what was holding her back?
“Filming is going so well,” I ventured, hoping to spark her need to talk.
“Very well,” she said with a nod. “I’m pleased with the way everything is going. The crew gets along well and work well, and the actors get along pretty well and...”
“Pretty well?”
She pulled in a long breath, and I knew we were getting close to what was truly on her mind.
“Yes,” she said, almost to herself. “The actors get along fairly well.”
Pretty well and now only fairly well?
“What about Barnaby and Rhonda? Do you have concerns about them?”
“Oh, no. Not at all. Those two were meant to play those parts. The chemistry between them is absolutely off the charts. It’s amazing how sparks fly whenever they’re in the same scene. In person it’s electric but even through the lens it’s unmistakable. They’re the most perfect pairing we could have hoped for.”
All her gushing was starting to get to me. Okay, so they were good together. That was great news. Movie goers would love them.
