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    He was on his way back to his room, determined to ignore the need to see her, when he heard his phone ring. He had gotten out of the habit of carrying it around with him everywhere because it continually buzzed and beeped and rang.
    For so many years, he’d been tethered to the thing like he needed it to keep his heart beating. He’d answer it at any time of the day or night, whatever he was doing. Hell, he’d even answered it during sex every now and then.
    He’d always considered it one of the costs of being in charge.
    But over the last few weeks, he’d let his business partner, Fred Jamieson, handle most of the day-to-day stuff he usually took care of.
    And that might prove to be your downfall.
    Lately, he and Fred had started to butt heads over the company’s direction. Fred wanted to go even bigger. Global.
    Greg wanted . . .
    Fuck, what the hell did he want?
    Shit, he thought when he picked up his cell—he had to answer this one.
    â€œTruly, babe, what’s up?”
    Trudeau Morrison sighed as she always did when he called her by his pet name. “I see you’re feeling better than you were the last time we talked. Not that that’s a bad thing . . .”
    Greg laughed, picturing the look on his personal assistant’s pretty face. Trudeau had been a kid just like he’d been when she’d fast-talked her way into a job in his production company six years ago.
    She had a quick mind and the ability to sweet talk anyone she met, probably because she looked like everyone’s kid sister.
    Big blue eyes, pug nose, brown hair, and freckles. The definition of adorable on Wikipedia had her picture next to it. At least it had for her birthday last year, when he’d paid someone at the website to put it there for the day.
    â€œBut you just can’t stand when I’m in a decent mood, can you?”
    â€œIt’s not that I can’t stand you. It’s just that I’ve learned to be wary. Sometimes when you smile, you still cut people off at the knees. Sir.”
    Smiling like he hadn’t in days, he settled into the chair overlooking the forest. “So why are you disturbing my peace today, Tru?”
    A slight pause and he had the fleeting thought that he should hang up before she opened her mouth again. “Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to make sure you were aware that the contracts still haven’t been signed. The deadline passed this morning and I tried to contact Vince but—”
    â€œVince is avoiding your calls, and Daisy and Neal have fallen off the grid again.” He sighed and rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He knew the fact that his phone hadn’t rung in several hours was a bad thing. “Shit.”
    Those contracts needed to be signed within the next couple of days if filming was going to start on time. Casting Daisy and Neal had been a no-brainer, at least for him. They were perfect for the roles, but Neal had burned a few too many people in the industry who’d thought a handshake over dinner constituted an ironclad deal.
    Greg knew once Neal signed a legal contract, though, the guy would live up to it. Which was why he’d given them a deadline to sign. He honestly hadn’t expected this to be a problem.
    And maybe he should’ve listened to Fred and probably every other legitimate production company in the industry that’d blackballed Neal for good reasons, not the least of which was his cocaine addiction.
    â€œWhat do you want me to do?” Tru asked. “I can drive over to the house and knock on the door if you want.”
    And what if they weren’t there?
    â€œNo.” Maybe he was sticking his head in the sand, but he didn’t want to have to worry about whether or not Daisy and Neal had fallen off the rails. Again. At least not yet. “Give them until tomorrow. If you don’t hear from either of them, then go to the