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“You believe him?” Becca asked.
“Yeah. I do. He’s got no reason to lie, and it does sound like something the network would do to drum up attention for a new series.”
“And now they’re drumming up more attention by making it a love triangle,” Becca hypothesized.
“Yeah. Okay, enough on that topic. Where are you and what are you up to?”
“No time for that. Let me get to the good stuff. We’ve got Sarah Holden.”
“For what? The movie?” Paige asked, flexing her feet at the ankles and wondering if she should pack another pair of sandals.
“Nope, the doc.”
Paige sat up, her feet hitting the floor with a thump. “Our doc? The documentary you and I will be producing?”
“One and the same. She’s on set doing a cameo, and I told her I read her piece she wrote in theNew Yorkeron pay standards. I may have gushed a little and then told her what we’re working on.”
“And what? You tied her to a chair and threatened her until she agreed to be a part of it?”
“No! I didn’t have to. She was all over it. Gave me her email and her agent’s number so we can stay in touch. And get this—”
“There can’t be more.”
“Oh, there is. Our pal Sarah is friends with several of TV’s most acclaimed stars, and she hinted that she may have a few more ladies willing to chat with our cameras.”
“I am totally in love with you right now, Becca.”
“I know, right?” her roommate laughed. “This is going to be bigger than we hoped, babe. I can’t wait to start.”
“One more season,” Paige sighed. It would be like waiting for Christmas morning.
SUMMER
CHAPTER THIRTY
Paige wondered whose asinine idea it had been to shoot in New Mexico in July. As far as she could tell, the dry heat of the south west was just as damn hot as the sweltering humidity of the south. It was a special kind of misery that had their entire crew working in the bare minimum of clothing, a sure boon to ratings she predicted as she watched Gannon swipe his arm over his forehead, droplets of sweat collecting on his broad, bare chest.
It was their last episode. Unfortunately one-hundred and six degrees had a way of dampening spirits, and no one was feeling particularly enthusiastic about wrapping. They had two days left on the shoot after today, and Paige was ready for it to be over. What she wasn’t ready for was not waking up to Gannon every day.
He still snuck out of her bed every morning before the rest of the crew stirred to life. The rumors were still circling, and now that the first episode had aired—with a few after-the-fact interviews with Paige and Gannon they’d filmed on a different location—there was probably no hope that the gossip mill would run dry on its own. She dreaded when she had to come face-to-face with the fallout. Right now, the network and production company were singing her and the show’s praises.
But sooner or later, shooting would end and it would be time to find more work before next season. And she had the distinct feeling that this season was going to hold her back. However, she at least had the pleasure of being guilty of what the network had suggested… having an affair with Gannon.
There were times when Paige wondered if they were fooling anyone at all with the subterfuge. She could tell by Andy’s smug smiles behind his monitors that their chemistry was translating loud and clear, but what could she do?
She was happy. Really happy.
And Gannon seemed to be pretty pleased with life, too.
As if she’d called his name, he glanced up at her over the bookcase he was sanding and winked.
She knew he was remembering the very enjoyable shower they’d shared last night when she’d slid down that gorgeous wet body of his and teased him with her mouth until he’d fisted her hair in his hand, demanding a knee-buckling release.
The water had gone cold before they’d finished with each other.
Yeah, things were good, and Paige wondered what the off-season would hold for them. They’d crisscrossed the country together, working on impossibly tight deadlines. Could they survive real life? Not yet. As far as she could tell, they were just having sex… and working together. Was a relationship something either of them was capable of? Was it even something Gannon would be interested in exploring? They hadn’t discussed it.
Now, battered under the breezeless oven of New Mexico sky, was probably not the best time to have a “where do you see this thing going” conversation, she decided.
