Page 118 of Mr. Fixer Upper
“Get a room,” Felicia snorted good-naturedly.
Whistles sounded around them.
“Guess we know how the season ends,” someone quipped.
Paige grinned up at Gannon. He settled his hands on her hips. “Hi, princess.”
“Hi, Gannon.”
“There you two are!” One of the suits that sat in on the pre-season meetings bustled over, giving Gannon a hearty handshake. The man had stood next to her at the bar when she’d ordered a drink, but she’d been invisible until Gannon had laid lips on her.
Reading her like a book, Gannon squeezed her shoulder. “Good to see you, Raymond.”
“Let’s find that pretty sister of yours, and I’ll buy my two stars a drink,” Raymond suggested, patting the tiny beads of sweat off his forehead with a cocktail napkin.
“Paige!” Andy, casual as always in jeans and a flannel, wandered up.
“Andy! It’s so good to see you.” Paige slipped out of Gannon’s grip for a hug. She’d grown quite fond of Andy over the season, and ‘fond of’ had ratcheted up to indebted thanks to him giving her that out on the last day of filming.
“Do you have a minute?” he asked.
Paige glanced over her shoulder at Gannon who was being dragged away by Raymond. He rolled his eyes at her and shrugged.
“Sure,” she told Andy.
He guided her into the same corner Cat had, and Paige wondered what sort of confession she’d hear now.
“I’m glad to see you two patched things up,” Andy said, tilting his beer in Gannon’s direction.
“Me, too,” Paige agreed. She might be acknowledging the relationship, but she certainly wasn’t ready to start spilling details.
“I heard you’re doing a great job directing his new show,” Andy continued, no more interested in hearing personal details than she was in spilling them.
“It’s going well. I’m enjoying it.”
He took a breath. “So, I’m leaving the show. I’ll be directing Drake Mackenrowe’s new series starting this spring.”
“Wow, congratulations. Drake’s a great guy. I’m sure you’ll enjoy working with him.”
Andy nodded. “Thanks. Moving up the food chain, so to speak. Anyway, I gave them your name. For director for Kings.”
Paige blinked. “You did?”
“We both know it should have been yours this season. But they’ve got plans for me and needed to season me up a bit. Anyway, I gave them your name, but…”
“But they weren’t really interested,” she guessed.
“I think they’re more interested in continuing your on-screen story line. That’s my guess. Ratings were huge this season. But yeah, they kind of gave me the pat on the head and shoved the suggestion under the rug.”
“Well, thanks for letting me know. And thanks for putting in a good word for me.”
Andy looked at her. “For what it’s worth, it should be you.”
“Yeah, it should be,” Paige agreed.
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They all crowded around the bar as theKings of Constructiontheme song spilled forth from the TVs mounted over the bar. Paige hadn’t watched any of the shows this season personally. She couldn’t stomach the idea of watching herself on screen in some storyline constructed by editors under instructions to build salacious storylines.
