see a movie or something. I don’t know about you but I’m tired of studying all the time. And I’ve got Sunday off.”
In the distance, I noticed a cloud of dust. It seemed everyone’s attention was focused on that cloud of dust. The cameras seemed to be rolling, but the set was just a little too quiet.
“I’ll see if I’m up to it. I’ve got a lot of homework. Hey, I saw the new bachelor,” Georgie piped up, pulling my attention back to the phone call. “He is hot. I’ll bet it’s going to be an interesting season. Jackson must be floating around on cloud nine getting to be that guy’s assistant.”
“Actually, I’m the assistant this season.”
She paused. “What? How?”
Something significant was definitely going on in front of the cameras. “It’s not all that exciting of a story. I’ll tell you Sunday if I see you. I’ve got to go, Georgie.”
I put my phone in my pocket and hiked over to the set. The cameras were still rolling, which meant something worthy of drama or ratings or sponsor money was happening. My stomach tightened as I considered that it might be Rafe having a flirty or intimate moment with one of the contestants. There was no doubt in my mind that the serious competitors were already stepping up their games to get noticed and catch the bachelor’s undivided attention.
Jackson spotted me and skittered my direction like an excited kid. “You always disappear when stuff gets good.” Without explanation he dragged me toward the scene.
I walked as if weights had been tied to my ankles. “Don’t tell me he’s already kissed someone.”
Jackson pushed his sunglasses onto his head and looked back at me. “Why should I not tell you that? Boy oh boy, El, you’ve been bitten. You poor baby, and you have to spend so much damn time with the man while he talks about all the women on the show. It wasn’t a kiss.”
We reached a place where we could be out of the way of filming and yet still see the action. Rafe was riding toward the cameras with one of the women sitting in front of him, across his lap, which made for awkward horseback riding but great romance. The sight of him holding a rather distressed looking woman, the beautiful lingerie model, in his arms made my heart sink straight down to my knees. And she was milking the moment for all it was worth, possibly even adding in a bit of fake agony as if she was in pain.
“Did she fall?” I asked.
“No. Her horse startled. Then she screamed, which made the horse run. And our dashing bachelor took off after her, caught up, reached over and grabbed the reins to stop the horse. It was like a perfectly executed stunt scene in a romantic western, only there were no stunt doubles. Just the sexy model and the even more sexy cowboy. Even though it wasn’t planned, it was all so damn amazing, I thought Doug was going to split his face in half with a grin. Do you want to go watch it on playback?”
“No, thanks. I’ll just try to visualize it. I’m sure ratings will go through the roof,” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Which was dismal, to say the least.
Rafe stopped the horse right in front of the cameras, something the cue cards, no doubt, had told him to do. The other women, all looking sorely disappointed that they had not been on the runaway horse, rode in behind them. Plenty of angry looks, harsh glares and eye rolls were being shot toward the rescued rider, but Rafe looked genuinely concerned as he lowered the woman down to the ground. She swayed a little, milking the moment a bit longer. Rafe climbed off the horse. For an added touch, the woman sank against him as if she was close to fainting.
“Oh, she’s good ,” Jackson muttered. “Think we just found a top contender. But from the steely looks she’s getting from the other contestants, she’d better watch her back.” Jackson glanced over at me. “He’s good too. Something tells me when they air this episode, we’ll be able to hear a
In the distance, I noticed a cloud of dust. It seemed everyone’s attention was focused on that cloud of dust. The cameras seemed to be rolling, but the set was just a little too quiet.
“I’ll see if I’m up to it. I’ve got a lot of homework. Hey, I saw the new bachelor,” Georgie piped up, pulling my attention back to the phone call. “He is hot. I’ll bet it’s going to be an interesting season. Jackson must be floating around on cloud nine getting to be that guy’s assistant.”
“Actually, I’m the assistant this season.”
She paused. “What? How?”
Something significant was definitely going on in front of the cameras. “It’s not all that exciting of a story. I’ll tell you Sunday if I see you. I’ve got to go, Georgie.”
I put my phone in my pocket and hiked over to the set. The cameras were still rolling, which meant something worthy of drama or ratings or sponsor money was happening. My stomach tightened as I considered that it might be Rafe having a flirty or intimate moment with one of the contestants. There was no doubt in my mind that the serious competitors were already stepping up their games to get noticed and catch the bachelor’s undivided attention.
Jackson spotted me and skittered my direction like an excited kid. “You always disappear when stuff gets good.” Without explanation he dragged me toward the scene.
I walked as if weights had been tied to my ankles. “Don’t tell me he’s already kissed someone.”
Jackson pushed his sunglasses onto his head and looked back at me. “Why should I not tell you that? Boy oh boy, El, you’ve been bitten. You poor baby, and you have to spend so much damn time with the man while he talks about all the women on the show. It wasn’t a kiss.”
We reached a place where we could be out of the way of filming and yet still see the action. Rafe was riding toward the cameras with one of the women sitting in front of him, across his lap, which made for awkward horseback riding but great romance. The sight of him holding a rather distressed looking woman, the beautiful lingerie model, in his arms made my heart sink straight down to my knees. And she was milking the moment for all it was worth, possibly even adding in a bit of fake agony as if she was in pain.
“Did she fall?” I asked.
“No. Her horse startled. Then she screamed, which made the horse run. And our dashing bachelor took off after her, caught up, reached over and grabbed the reins to stop the horse. It was like a perfectly executed stunt scene in a romantic western, only there were no stunt doubles. Just the sexy model and the even more sexy cowboy. Even though it wasn’t planned, it was all so damn amazing, I thought Doug was going to split his face in half with a grin. Do you want to go watch it on playback?”
“No, thanks. I’ll just try to visualize it. I’m sure ratings will go through the roof,” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Which was dismal, to say the least.
Rafe stopped the horse right in front of the cameras, something the cue cards, no doubt, had told him to do. The other women, all looking sorely disappointed that they had not been on the runaway horse, rode in behind them. Plenty of angry looks, harsh glares and eye rolls were being shot toward the rescued rider, but Rafe looked genuinely concerned as he lowered the woman down to the ground. She swayed a little, milking the moment a bit longer. Rafe climbed off the horse. For an added touch, the woman sank against him as if she was close to fainting.
“Oh, she’s good ,” Jackson muttered. “Think we just found a top contender. But from the steely looks she’s getting from the other contestants, she’d better watch her back.” Jackson glanced over at me. “He’s good too. Something tells me when they air this episode, we’ll be able to hear a
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