Avery, Nicole, and Deirdre chorused their agreement. Dustin kicked his feet happily behind their protective barrier. The Lifetime crew filmed on.
Chapter Six
Kyra stood in the grocery-store checkout line. She’d already helped her mother unload a bulging cart full of cleaning supplies and now waited impatiently for the checker to finish scanning their items and for the bag boy to pack them up.
Dustin was hanging in his canvas carrier, his head tucked beneath her chin. With her free hand she scrolled down her iPhone, but although it had been almost four days since Kyra had started trying to reach her, there were no unread messages or missed calls from Lisa Hogan at Lifetime. It was starting to become apparent that the lack of response was not an accident.
As she waited she scanned the rack of celebrity gossip magazines. Her irritation kicked up a notch as she studied the airbrushed photos of the already beautiful people. Beneath the photos were superficial articles designed to make celebrities seem like real people with regular problems. Which was absolutely ridiculous. Kyra knew fromher embarrassingly short career in the movie business that by the time a celebrity made the cover of any one of these magazines, any semblance of their original selves had already been surgically removed.
She and Dustin had appeared on the cover of
People
and in the pages of other less stellar rags, but
her
photos had not been touched up in the slightest. They’d appeared under nasty headlines like YOUNG FILM ASSISTANT TRIES TO BREAK UP HEARTTHROB’S MARRIAGE and later DANIEL DERANIAN “LOVE CHILD” PATERNITY QUESTIONED. She needed no reminders that the famous and outwardly beautiful rarely looked as attractive when their true emotions and motivations were displayed.
Kyra shifted Dustin slightly in the canvas carrier and tickled one of his feet before burying her face in his soft dark curls. He was the one good thing that had come out of her brush with celebrity.
Do Over
was her chance to build something for herself and her child; she couldn’t let anyone—not a cocky cameraman or a nonresponsive network executive—compromise that opportunity.
In the parking lot she buckled Dustin into his car seat and helped her mother store the bags in the back of the minivan. “Can you give me just a minute?” she asked Maddie. “I’m going to try Lisa Hogan again. I can’t take this standoff with Troy Matthews. I’m tired of trying to hide Dustin from him.”
“Go ahead.” Maddie leaned over to rub noses with her grandson. “We’ll be right here. Won’t we, big guy?”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Kyra walked around the corner of the building wishing that Karen Crandall, the development director who had originally offered them the show, was still at the network.Although they’d only spoken with Lisa Hogan a few times, it had become increasingly clear that her vision for
Do Over
had little in common with her predecessor’s.
In a shady spot beneath a palm tree, Kyra dialed Hogan’s phone number. She was preparing yet another firm but succinct message, when the network head answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yes,” Lisa Hogan replied.
Kyra felt a brief burst of nerves and shoved it away. This show was too important to all of them to jeopardize, but she was not going to spend a whole summer being screwed with.
“Hi, Lisa. This is Kyra Singer. Down in Miami.”
“Oh,” Hogan said. “I thought this was…Never mind. Hold on just a minute.”
“No!” Kyra practically shouted. “No, don’t hang up or put me on hold. I’ve been trying to reach you most of the week. There’s a problem down here.”
“Oh?”
Well, at least she’d gotten the woman’s attention. Though not necessarily in a good way. Still, if she didn’t speak she’d have no one to blame but herself.
“Yes,” Kyra hurried on. “It’s your camera guy, Troy. He’s shooting without my permission. We weren’t expecting and we don’t need a crew here. I
Chapter Six
Kyra stood in the grocery-store checkout line. She’d already helped her mother unload a bulging cart full of cleaning supplies and now waited impatiently for the checker to finish scanning their items and for the bag boy to pack them up.
Dustin was hanging in his canvas carrier, his head tucked beneath her chin. With her free hand she scrolled down her iPhone, but although it had been almost four days since Kyra had started trying to reach her, there were no unread messages or missed calls from Lisa Hogan at Lifetime. It was starting to become apparent that the lack of response was not an accident.
As she waited she scanned the rack of celebrity gossip magazines. Her irritation kicked up a notch as she studied the airbrushed photos of the already beautiful people. Beneath the photos were superficial articles designed to make celebrities seem like real people with regular problems. Which was absolutely ridiculous. Kyra knew fromher embarrassingly short career in the movie business that by the time a celebrity made the cover of any one of these magazines, any semblance of their original selves had already been surgically removed.
She and Dustin had appeared on the cover of
People
and in the pages of other less stellar rags, but
her
photos had not been touched up in the slightest. They’d appeared under nasty headlines like YOUNG FILM ASSISTANT TRIES TO BREAK UP HEARTTHROB’S MARRIAGE and later DANIEL DERANIAN “LOVE CHILD” PATERNITY QUESTIONED. She needed no reminders that the famous and outwardly beautiful rarely looked as attractive when their true emotions and motivations were displayed.
Kyra shifted Dustin slightly in the canvas carrier and tickled one of his feet before burying her face in his soft dark curls. He was the one good thing that had come out of her brush with celebrity.
Do Over
was her chance to build something for herself and her child; she couldn’t let anyone—not a cocky cameraman or a nonresponsive network executive—compromise that opportunity.
In the parking lot she buckled Dustin into his car seat and helped her mother store the bags in the back of the minivan. “Can you give me just a minute?” she asked Maddie. “I’m going to try Lisa Hogan again. I can’t take this standoff with Troy Matthews. I’m tired of trying to hide Dustin from him.”
“Go ahead.” Maddie leaned over to rub noses with her grandson. “We’ll be right here. Won’t we, big guy?”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Kyra walked around the corner of the building wishing that Karen Crandall, the development director who had originally offered them the show, was still at the network.Although they’d only spoken with Lisa Hogan a few times, it had become increasingly clear that her vision for
Do Over
had little in common with her predecessor’s.
In a shady spot beneath a palm tree, Kyra dialed Hogan’s phone number. She was preparing yet another firm but succinct message, when the network head answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yes,” Lisa Hogan replied.
Kyra felt a brief burst of nerves and shoved it away. This show was too important to all of them to jeopardize, but she was not going to spend a whole summer being screwed with.
“Hi, Lisa. This is Kyra Singer. Down in Miami.”
“Oh,” Hogan said. “I thought this was…Never mind. Hold on just a minute.”
“No!” Kyra practically shouted. “No, don’t hang up or put me on hold. I’ve been trying to reach you most of the week. There’s a problem down here.”
“Oh?”
Well, at least she’d gotten the woman’s attention. Though not necessarily in a good way. Still, if she didn’t speak she’d have no one to blame but herself.
“Yes,” Kyra hurried on. “It’s your camera guy, Troy. He’s shooting without my permission. We weren’t expecting and we don’t need a crew here. I
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