“Hmm. I suppose they do.” Her tone carried a weight—like it wasn’t exactly something she was happy about.
“Since you know me,” she said, “tell me about yourself.”
He shrugged. “Not much to tell.”
She slid closer to him, a sly grin curving across her perfect face. “Well, let me tell you about you, then.”
Todd tilted his head, obviously intrigued.
I shook mine, knowing the powers she possessed. She was like a damn Jedi. And I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what she had to say.
“Let’s see.” She gave him a good once-over, her smile fading. “You’re in love. Deeply in love.”
His brow creased. “How do you know that?”
“I’m good at reading people.”
Oh, hell. This wasn’t going to be good.If only I could yell,cut,like we were on a movie set.
“Tell me about her,” Demi gently prodded.
“Olivia,” he whispered. “She was my everything.”
Demi swallowed hard. “She broke up with you out of the blue, didn’t she?”
Todd blinked. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” she sighed. “But if you were so in love with her, why are you here?”
Todd looked around. “Honestly, I don’t know. It sounds weird, but I felt like maybe I would find some answers here.”
Demi placed a hand on his arm. “I’m going to help you find them. Even if it means getting Olivia on this show.”
What was she even saying? I screamed in my head. She had no authority here.
Jazzy and Miles both shot me awhat do we dolook.
Normally, we didn’t intervene while cast members interacted. This wasLove Unscriptedfor a reason. We wanted the process to feel natural, unpredictable, real. And I was only supposed to be on camera at the beginning of each episode, plus for interviews and dramatic reveals. Not mid-hoedown, trying to wrangle a devious matchmaking goddess.
But the control room was already flagging the moment. I could feel it—someone was probably whispering, “Do we let this play out or prep a network note?”
Jazzy gave Miles a shove.
He stumbled forward and yelled, “Sorry, we’re having some technical difficulties here!” He was obviously lying. “Let’s just regroup for a second,” he added, voice cracking. “Everyone, get something to eat and drink.”
Jazzy covertly pointed at Demi and mouthed,Fix this now.
I didn’t know what she thought I could do. I was the last person Demi was going to listen to. She hated me now more than ever. But I supposed I’d better try before the network started handing out pink slips like they were candy.
I skirted past the nearest camera op, George, before I made my way to Demi, who was still talking to Todd like she was his therapist.
“Hey, I need you to keep what I’m going to do off camera. I’m trying to save our jobs here,” I whispered. And myself. The last thing I needed was for someone to notice that I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I was still catching flak about the poster-on-the-wall thing.
“No problem. Good luck, man.” George flicked his head toward Demi. “She’s quite the character. I like her, so go easy on her.”
Great, just what I needed—my crew joining her fan club.
She was coming off as charming, I’d give her that. But I didn’t need her to be charming. I needed her to let me do my job. I was already planning on bringing in Todd’s ex-fiancée during Temptation Week. I didn’t need any spoiler alerts here.
