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him?”
    â€œFour,” Glo boasted. “This is my first television series. That’s why you were a front-runner for this job. You had the background, expertise, plus that Emmy.”
    â€œThank you. I’m hoping to learn a lot from you guys.”
    â€œThis job should be mutually beneficial.”
    Glo placed her pile of scripts on the chair next to Ryan and plucked the sketch pad from her hands, admiring the design. “This is good.”
    With a sigh of relief, Ryan bowed her head in a show of acknowledgment. Good. They were back on track, reviewing the work and getting away from personal stuff. “Glad you like it.”
    â€œI knew you were perfect for this job,” Glo praised. “Just keep creating work like this, and you’ll do well here.”

Chapter 2
    Ryan selected a carrot to nibble on from a small tray of vegetables provided by the production company. She snapped her fingers to Stevie Wonder’s “My Eyes Don’t Cry,” blasting through the hollow walls of the studio. Giggling, she watched Glo attempt the Hustle with a few production workers clad in steel-toe work boots.
    A figure detached itself from the shadows, silently moved forward, and asked in a whiskey-honeyed voice, “How come you’re not out there with the rest of the crew?”
    Startled, Ryan jumped, spilling vegetables on the floor. As she scooped the carrots and broccoli spears from the tile, she searched the man’s olive sweater for a badge but found nothing. Whoever he was, he had clout. No one walked around the set without the express permission of the producer, and everyone wore a badge.
    â€œI beg your pardon?” Ryan choked out, mesmerized by the cool, collected way he approached her.
    The man lifted his chin in the direction of the commotion. “They’re a lively bunch. Why are you sitting on the sidelines?”
    She turned to the boisterous group as Glo tripped over her feet. “Better a spectator than a spectacle.”
    Keir chuckled. “You’ve got a point there. But, I’ve always been told participating can be more fun.”
    â€œIt depends on the sport,” she responded suggestively.
    â€œAre you a person who prefers more private pursuits? More intimate?”
    Her tongue did a slow drag across her lips. “Sometimes. But it also depends on with whom and what game we’re playing.” Lord help me, Ryan thought. I’m openly flirting with this man . She couldn’t help it. It was fun, wicked, and the longest conversation she’d had with a man outside of work in years. Something about him made her drop the personal shield that protected her against new relationships, possible pain, and disappointment.
    Smiling, he moved a little closer, and the fresh, clean scent of him wafted under her nose. “True.”
    Ryan’s gaze swept over his frame. He was quite perfect to look at. Ryan’s brows creased over her chestnut eyes. Who is he? He’s handsome. No doubt about it . Could he be one of the guest stars or the director for next week’s show? Green eyes were unusual. She couldn’t think of a single actor that fit this description.
    She offered her hand. “Ryan Mitchell.”
    He took and held her hand a moment longer than necessary, stroking his thumb across her soft skin. The gesture sent her heart galloping. “Keir Southhall.”
    Ryan’s eyes grew large, and her heart pumped faster. Keir Southhall!
    Oval rather than round described the shape of his face, and the dark brown hair, which Glo had called curly, actually was fairly straight, except for the stubborn wave it had to it. One wayward lock fell across his forehead, adding to his attractive aura. Dimples so deep you were in danger of falling into them added to his overall striking appearance.
    Glo had described a Cabbage Patch doll, but Ryan didn’t see one. “Oh,” she muttered, instantly replaying her conversation with