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noticed him with any particular female in recent weeks. Oh, he dated now and then, but it never seemed serious. When she’d first come to work at the Watering Hole, he’d had a live-in girlfriend, but that hadn’t lasted. One day the woman was there, and the next she was gone.
Not that her own love life was any better, Zeni had to admit. She hadn’t been serious about a man in her life since she got to Chamelot. Oh, she talked to those who came into the Watering Hole, flirted a little and enjoyed the attention, but couldn’t drum up any great interest. She’s been too busy settling in, getting to know her job, arranging her apartment and generally taking care of things.
Now she didn’t know if she could handle it if another woman commandeered Trey’s time or tried to take over at the Watering Hole. She’d have to leave, more than likely, though it was the last thing she wanted.
Zeni liked Chamelot and the people who lived there, enjoyed knowing nearly every person who walked through the door. She had almost begun to feel that she belonged. She also liked working with Trey, liked knowing that she was furthering his business interest and that he depended on her. That was all there was to it, of course; there was nothing personal in her outlook. She didn’t do personal.
Yes, and though she didn’t mind making his appointments and paying his business bills when he was out of town, she resented being a stand-in for his future bride. What was he thinking, having her help decide the furniture and paint colors in the home he would share with another woman?
Zeni donned the black slacks and white shirt Trey had recommended for the screen test, but couldn’t resist adding a long and dramatic necklace of bright red Murano glass beads. She’d spent several hours shampooing the semi-permanent color of her latest embellishment from her hair, and was reasonably satisfied it was now close to her glossy natural brown. When almost ready, she held her big hoop earrings up to her ears and turned her head this way and that.
No. They didn’t go with her classic look. Too bad. She could have used something to boost her morale. Putting them away, she picked up her shoulder bag and headed out of the apartment.
It didn’t hurt that she was met by whistles and calls of encouragement as she passed through the Watering Hole below. It was a mystery how everyone knew where she was going, but their approval helped calm the butterflies inside her.
The fairgrounds where the movie people had set up shop was a scene of controlled chaos. Equipment trucks were parked in a long row, forming a barricade between the area and the town. Their thick electrical supply lines snaked everywhere like black umbilical cords. Engines rumbled, generators hummed, and golf carts raced here and there, raising clouds of dust that hung in the air. Three motor homes and a couple of trailers were parked far enough away from the hubbub for a promise of quiet, though it was doubtful such a thing was delivered. From the largest of the permanent exhibit buildings came the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and morning muffins and doughnuts courtesy of the Watering Hole and Trey’s early morning delivery. People came and went, scattered over the acreage like an army of automatons.
Some distance back from the general melee was the old rodeo arena and the area designated for the town’s medieval fair. From what Zeni had heard the evening before, the organizers were none too pleased at the preempting of their usual spot at the head of the fairgrounds. The lady mayor had done her best to mollify them, so it was said, but even the promise of having selected fair events highlighted in the movie wasn’t enough to quiet the grumbling. Future publicity was no match for present inconvenience.
Zeni had no idea where she was supposed to go, but was finally directed to the main exhibit hall. As she gave her name, the woman behind the reception desk inside the door, overweight and
Not that her own love life was any better, Zeni had to admit. She hadn’t been serious about a man in her life since she got to Chamelot. Oh, she talked to those who came into the Watering Hole, flirted a little and enjoyed the attention, but couldn’t drum up any great interest. She’s been too busy settling in, getting to know her job, arranging her apartment and generally taking care of things.
Now she didn’t know if she could handle it if another woman commandeered Trey’s time or tried to take over at the Watering Hole. She’d have to leave, more than likely, though it was the last thing she wanted.
Zeni liked Chamelot and the people who lived there, enjoyed knowing nearly every person who walked through the door. She had almost begun to feel that she belonged. She also liked working with Trey, liked knowing that she was furthering his business interest and that he depended on her. That was all there was to it, of course; there was nothing personal in her outlook. She didn’t do personal.
Yes, and though she didn’t mind making his appointments and paying his business bills when he was out of town, she resented being a stand-in for his future bride. What was he thinking, having her help decide the furniture and paint colors in the home he would share with another woman?
Zeni donned the black slacks and white shirt Trey had recommended for the screen test, but couldn’t resist adding a long and dramatic necklace of bright red Murano glass beads. She’d spent several hours shampooing the semi-permanent color of her latest embellishment from her hair, and was reasonably satisfied it was now close to her glossy natural brown. When almost ready, she held her big hoop earrings up to her ears and turned her head this way and that.
No. They didn’t go with her classic look. Too bad. She could have used something to boost her morale. Putting them away, she picked up her shoulder bag and headed out of the apartment.
It didn’t hurt that she was met by whistles and calls of encouragement as she passed through the Watering Hole below. It was a mystery how everyone knew where she was going, but their approval helped calm the butterflies inside her.
The fairgrounds where the movie people had set up shop was a scene of controlled chaos. Equipment trucks were parked in a long row, forming a barricade between the area and the town. Their thick electrical supply lines snaked everywhere like black umbilical cords. Engines rumbled, generators hummed, and golf carts raced here and there, raising clouds of dust that hung in the air. Three motor homes and a couple of trailers were parked far enough away from the hubbub for a promise of quiet, though it was doubtful such a thing was delivered. From the largest of the permanent exhibit buildings came the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and morning muffins and doughnuts courtesy of the Watering Hole and Trey’s early morning delivery. People came and went, scattered over the acreage like an army of automatons.
Some distance back from the general melee was the old rodeo arena and the area designated for the town’s medieval fair. From what Zeni had heard the evening before, the organizers were none too pleased at the preempting of their usual spot at the head of the fairgrounds. The lady mayor had done her best to mollify them, so it was said, but even the promise of having selected fair events highlighted in the movie wasn’t enough to quiet the grumbling. Future publicity was no match for present inconvenience.
Zeni had no idea where she was supposed to go, but was finally directed to the main exhibit hall. As she gave her name, the woman behind the reception desk inside the door, overweight and
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