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resort.”
There was a long pause on Glenn’s end. “Wait. What?”
Sighing, she repeated herself. “Apparently, we’re near a town called Salt Box. That’s where they’re taking the car anyway. I can’t find it on the rental car map, but you can have somebody check Google or a GPS. Can you send someone soon?”
“No, I can’t send someone soon,” Glenn snapped. “I can’t send anybody at all, at least not for a while. The equipment van is in the shop. The only other vehicle I’ve got is the car Sid rented for me. And he’s using it to ferry the crew around. How long before your car’s fixed?”
Monica fought down a brief flare of panic. “I don’t know, Glenn. The tow truck hasn’t even gotten here yet. There are two flat tires and a banged up fender that I can see. No telling what else might be wrong.”
“What about the rental agency? Could they send you something else?”
Monica sighed. “I didn’t ask. I thought I’d better call you first.”
“See if they can send a car. I can’t do anything from here.”
Monica forced herself to unclench her fist. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. But you still may need to send a car. I mean you’ll need Ronnie and the three bachelors to get the show started.”
“Not really. In fact, it might be easier not to have her around right now. We’re still setting up the stunts and figuring out what to shoot at the resort. Nothing for her to do here yet.”
Nothing for her to do here either. Clearly, Glenn didn’t want Ronnie getting in the way at the resort. Park her in Salt Box where Monica could babysit her until the crew was ready. Monica gritted her teeth. “So basically, you want me to stay put in Salt Box, Colorado, until either the car’s repaired, the rental agency sends a replacement, or you get around to sending a car to pick us up?”
“Yeah, that’s about it.”
He didn’t sound as angry as she’d expected him to sound. He must have thought it was a good idea not to have Ronnie around until absolutely necessary. Not that she blamed him.
“I want to hear from you once you get there,” Glenn went on. “Oh, and tell Faisal to shoot some candids. We can always use this as part of the opening. Did he get any shots of the wreck?”
Monica’s jaws began to ache from teeth gritting. “No, Glenn, we were too busy trying not to end up in a ditch to do any filming.”
“Too bad. Tell him to get some shots of the car in the culvert or maybe in the garage. Maybe both. Do some interviews with Ronnie and the guys about what they were thinking when you crashed. Their life flashing before their eyes, that kind of thing.”
She closed her eyes, counting to ten. “It wasn’t that kind of crash, Glenn. We just slid across the road.”
He sighed. “Well, do the best you can. Try to make it sound good. Darryl can probably do something with it.”
“I’ll call you,” Monica snapped as Glenn hung up. She blew out a frustrated breath, staring at the phone in her hand.
Faisal appeared at her side, dragging his equipment bag. “Is he sending somebody to pick us up?”
She shook her head. “He says he’s got no cars he can spare. We’re supposed to wait until this one gets fixed or until the rental agency can send us another one.”
“So we spend the night in Salt Lick?”
“Yeah, apparently. And it’s Salt Box.”
“Whatever. Did you tell him the camera’s broken?”
Monica blinked. “Broken? No. I mean, I didn’t know that. Can you fix it?”
Faisal narrowed his eyes. “Sure, if I had tools and replacement parts. I’m guessing Salt Lick isn’t going to have a camera shop available.”
“Probably not.” Monica sighed again. “There go the candids.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sure they’ll be crushed.” He nodded toward Ronnie and two of her three suitors standing on the other side of the road. Billy Joe kept cranking his neck while Brendan rubbed his arm. Neither was looking at Ronnie, whose lower lip was trembling
There was a long pause on Glenn’s end. “Wait. What?”
Sighing, she repeated herself. “Apparently, we’re near a town called Salt Box. That’s where they’re taking the car anyway. I can’t find it on the rental car map, but you can have somebody check Google or a GPS. Can you send someone soon?”
“No, I can’t send someone soon,” Glenn snapped. “I can’t send anybody at all, at least not for a while. The equipment van is in the shop. The only other vehicle I’ve got is the car Sid rented for me. And he’s using it to ferry the crew around. How long before your car’s fixed?”
Monica fought down a brief flare of panic. “I don’t know, Glenn. The tow truck hasn’t even gotten here yet. There are two flat tires and a banged up fender that I can see. No telling what else might be wrong.”
“What about the rental agency? Could they send you something else?”
Monica sighed. “I didn’t ask. I thought I’d better call you first.”
“See if they can send a car. I can’t do anything from here.”
Monica forced herself to unclench her fist. “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. But you still may need to send a car. I mean you’ll need Ronnie and the three bachelors to get the show started.”
“Not really. In fact, it might be easier not to have her around right now. We’re still setting up the stunts and figuring out what to shoot at the resort. Nothing for her to do here yet.”
Nothing for her to do here either. Clearly, Glenn didn’t want Ronnie getting in the way at the resort. Park her in Salt Box where Monica could babysit her until the crew was ready. Monica gritted her teeth. “So basically, you want me to stay put in Salt Box, Colorado, until either the car’s repaired, the rental agency sends a replacement, or you get around to sending a car to pick us up?”
“Yeah, that’s about it.”
He didn’t sound as angry as she’d expected him to sound. He must have thought it was a good idea not to have Ronnie around until absolutely necessary. Not that she blamed him.
“I want to hear from you once you get there,” Glenn went on. “Oh, and tell Faisal to shoot some candids. We can always use this as part of the opening. Did he get any shots of the wreck?”
Monica’s jaws began to ache from teeth gritting. “No, Glenn, we were too busy trying not to end up in a ditch to do any filming.”
“Too bad. Tell him to get some shots of the car in the culvert or maybe in the garage. Maybe both. Do some interviews with Ronnie and the guys about what they were thinking when you crashed. Their life flashing before their eyes, that kind of thing.”
She closed her eyes, counting to ten. “It wasn’t that kind of crash, Glenn. We just slid across the road.”
He sighed. “Well, do the best you can. Try to make it sound good. Darryl can probably do something with it.”
“I’ll call you,” Monica snapped as Glenn hung up. She blew out a frustrated breath, staring at the phone in her hand.
Faisal appeared at her side, dragging his equipment bag. “Is he sending somebody to pick us up?”
She shook her head. “He says he’s got no cars he can spare. We’re supposed to wait until this one gets fixed or until the rental agency can send us another one.”
“So we spend the night in Salt Lick?”
“Yeah, apparently. And it’s Salt Box.”
“Whatever. Did you tell him the camera’s broken?”
Monica blinked. “Broken? No. I mean, I didn’t know that. Can you fix it?”
Faisal narrowed his eyes. “Sure, if I had tools and replacement parts. I’m guessing Salt Lick isn’t going to have a camera shop available.”
“Probably not.” Monica sighed again. “There go the candids.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sure they’ll be crushed.” He nodded toward Ronnie and two of her three suitors standing on the other side of the road. Billy Joe kept cranking his neck while Brendan rubbed his arm. Neither was looking at Ronnie, whose lower lip was trembling
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