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‘Andy. This is my sister-in-law.’ He didn’t need to spell it out. If Andy messed this one up, he would be out of Moore Enterprises on his ass.
    ‘She stole my phone and she’s been sending me messages. I’m trying to keep the lines of communication open.’
    That almost sounded plausible, but if Niall got an inkling that Roz and he were flirting online he would tear him apart.
    ‘Fine, but if it gets complicated, I’ll put someone else on the job.’
    ‘Understood.’ The cardinal rule in this game was don’t fuck the client. Well, that wouldn’t be difficult. He didn’t have a clue where she was and until he was sure that his dad was on the road to recovery, he didn’t have time to hunt for her.

    The director of the film, Mike Scott, was a down-to-earth man with a Texan twang and chewed fingernails. Helooked Roz over, asked her if she could handle the job, and sent her to costume.
    Frankie promised he’d take care of her paperwork, and hustled her away before Scott could ask her any more questions.
    ‘We lucked out that the leading stunt woman broke her arm,’ he told her, around a mouthful of sandwich. ‘They needed someone in a hurry, so they’re not too fussy about checking your Equity membership.’
    Roz wasn’t particularly hungry, but she’d had too many days when a change of plan had deprived her of dinner, so she wasn’t going to miss a meal. She ate slowly, enjoying the man-sized portion.
    ‘What happened to the stunt woman?’ she asked.
    ‘Broke her arm on the old stairs. She swore a child pushed her, but there are no kids on set. Probably hung-over and didn’t want to admit it.’
    He led her around, performing lightning introductions as he hustled her towards wardrobe and make-up. Her hopes of bumping into a naked Jack Winter were dashed when Frankie told her that the stars had their own trailers and were fitted there, but there were plenty of semi-naked hunks in the general wardrobe area.
    The American actors were shameless about stripping off to be fitted for their costumes, while the Irish extras were easily identified by their pale skin and their initial reluctance to bare more than their forearms. Still, it was an impressive display of manhood.
    Her phone vibrated. It was a message from Andy.
    
    
    Did Andy McTavish think he was the only man on the planet? She’d love to see his face when he got that one. Roz typed quickly.
    Three minutes later, she got a message back from him.
     Her phone chirped again, and a picture arrived. She choked.
    A male stomach. A naked male stomach. Andy’s. His muscles were strong and defined, and the fine line of hair down the centre made her lick her lips.
    Oh, he was wicked. And it didn’t help that he really did have a body that was better than any of the professional actors who were swaggering in front of her.
    She grinned. Two could play at that game. The wardrobe mistress told Roz to take off her jeans and T-shirt. While the woman was sizing her up for a costume, Roz took a quick selfie of her own rear. The resulting photo didn’t actually reveal any more than a swimsuit would, but with the flesh coloured thong she looked naked. Perfect.
    She Yahooed the shot to Andy. and pressed send before she could think better of it.
    The response came back quickly.
    For some reason, that made her grin all the while she was being laced into the green velvet costume of Lady Gormflaith, and made up so that she looked exactly like the leading lady, Cheyenne Knight.
    The next few hours involved falling, over and over again, from a tree that no sane person would ever have climbed in the long velvet