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something?” Felicity asked.
    Harry grinned. “Nothing much. So where do we go?”
    Half an hour later, Eva held the bags on the way out of the store, a plan formulating in her mind.
    Harry glanced at his watch. “I have to run. I need to get to the bank before I’m due at the theatre. Can I leave my shopping with you and pick it up later? I don’t want to risk leaving it unattended in my dressing room. Not that I’m expecting it to get nicked, but it’s been known to happen in the past in other theatres.”
    Eva nodded. “Sure. We’ll take it back to ours.”
    Harry kissed her hand, his touch warm and shooting straight through her. “Have fun in your new job. See you at the tree.” He vanished into the crowds.
    Eva looked up at Felicity as she began pushing her. “We should find out where his parents live. Maybe ask them to Christmas dinner at ours. At least that way he’d see them.”
    Felicity nodded. “Good idea. I’ll run it past Mum and Dad later and see what I can do.”
    “He has a brother as well.”
    “The more the merrier. Let’s take this shopping home quick, or we’ll be late for work. And that won’t be a good first impression for you.”
     
    ~*~
     
    Butterflies flew amuck in Eva’s stomach as Felicity pushed her down the hallways towards the general manager’s office.
    “The theatre has been in her family for a hundred years and as well as running it, April also does acting and directing.” Felicity filled in Eve as they reached the door. She knocked and opened it. “April, this is Eva, my sister and our new makeup artist. Eva, this is April Kincaid, general manager and all around good person.”
    April Kincaid grinned as she got to her feet. Green eyes sparkled and her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail. “Nice to meet you, Eva. Not sure what your sister’s after, but must be something big to flatter me like that.”
    “Hello, Miss Kincaid.” Eva shook her hand.
    “Call me April. Fi tells me you’re good at what you do. She also emailed me your CV and I’m impressed. Your previous employer gave you a glowing reference, and said they were sorry to see you leave.”
    Eva smiled faintly. “I only left because of the chair. I didn’t think I could do it, but—” She broke off.
    “You’ll do fine. Let’s go and meet the rest of the crew, and then I’ll take you to Matthew.”
    The makeup and backstage team were assembled in the crew room. Most of them stood when April pushed the chair inside, but a couple remained seated.
    “Guys, this is Eva Anderson. She’s joining us from today as Matthew’s personal assistant. She’ll be solely responsible for him and no one else. Eva, this is Trudi, Rose, Vera, Sandi, and Hilda, the makeup team. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the crew later.”
    “Hi.” Eva smiled.
    Some of the girls nodded. One just glowered.
    “As you know,” April continued, “Matthew has had issues with allergies. Eva has lots of experience with these things and has worked with the hypoallergenic stuff before, which is why she’ll be doing his makeup from now on.”
    “You could just have asked one of us.” Hilda said, from where she sat slumped on an overstuffed sofa.
    “I did.” April’s voice took on a no nonsense tone. “You all refused.”
    “Only because he’s fussy, moans all the time, and is impossible to work with.”
    Eva couldn’t believe her ears. That wasn’t the Harry she knew. Surely he hadn’t made that much of a fuss, even if the makeup was giving him grief. Mind you, she knew only too well how temperamental some actors could be, and yes, some did throw hissy fits at the least little thing—coffee too cold or not sweet enough, or no tissues in the dressing room, or too much eye shadow.
    “ Excuse me ?” April stood, hands on hips, with her gaze fixed on the blonde woman. “Say that again.”
    Eva glanced up. Had she missed something?
    “I said, he deserves her. She can’t do makeup sat in a wheelchair. You only