“And that’s at Stone Mountain, correct?”
“Yes. The park will be closed to the public, and everyone will have to show their badge to be allowed in. There’s a large security company the studio hires for each film, and they’ll handle all non-essential personnel. Craig and Trista’s trailers are already there, so they will be onsite for the duration of filming in this area.”
“Where are we supposed to sleep?” Major asked.
“You and Tabitha have your own trailers, and they’ll be set up next to the actors’.”
“What about food? Is Florence going too?”
“No. There’s a food service that is hired out by the studio who has been vetted. They provide meals for all the movies filmed in this area. You’ll eat when your client does. Sleep when they sleep. You’re basically Craig’s shadow twenty-four seven.” He snorted. “Good luck with that.”
“I take it you’re not a fan of Craig?”
Perry looked behind himself toward the doorway. “Not really. He thinks his shit don’t stink. I can’t stand to listen to him and Trista run lines. She’s been in as many films as he has, and yet he never fails to critique her. He’s also mad that she gets to do some of her own fight scenes. He says it’s because he’s afraid she’ll get injured and delay shooting, but I think it’s because he isn’t allowed to do any of his own, since he has the coordination of a newborn giraffe.”
Tabitha slammed her hand over her mouth and turned away.
“Well, Tabby did put him on his ass when theysparred, so maybe you’re not wrong.”
“Oh, I wish I could’ve seen that. I bet he didn’t take it well.”
Tabitha turned back around, and her smirk was wicked. “He didn’t. He said it was because he didn’t want to hurt me. I told him I had trained my whole life with all my cousins, males included, and he refused to go again after the second time I put him on the floor. Damn, I probably shouldn’t share that with you. It’s unprofessional.”
Perry waved his fork in the air. “Don’t worry about it. There are no secrets in Hollywood. Everyone talks, so unless your reputation is squeaky clean, you’re going to be gossiped about.”
“Who’s gossiping?” Daniel asked, entering the kitchen wearing shorts and a T-shirt. He stared at the cake for a second, then continued to the back door, looking outside.
Perry licked his fork, eyeing the cake. Shrugging, he cut another piece. “Tabitha was asking about Rylan Shaw, but then she mentioned I probably shouldn’t gossip,” he lied.
Major wanted to cut Perry’s hand off for taking more of Tabitha’s cake. Instead, he took their empty plates and put them in the dishwasher after placing the dome over the cake stand.
Daniel glanced over his shoulder. “I take it since you’re all standing around, there wasn’t a threat outside?”
“It was the teens again.” Major didn’t expound. He didn’t want to talk further with either manager. He wanted to get Tabitha alone, and that wouldn’t happen if the two males were engaged in conversation. It wasearly, and he didn’t know their sleep schedules.
“Is anyone up for a game of poker? I saw the table downstairs,” Perry asked.
Daniel stepped away from the door. “Nah. I’m going to use the gym equipment. Besides, Craig threatened to cut my nuts off if I lose any more money gambling.”
Once Daniel was down the stairs to the basement, Perry muttered, “That won’t be the only reason.”
“What was that?” Tabitha asked.
“Oh, nothing. How about it? You two up for some cards?”
“No, thank you. We’re on the clock,” Major responded for both of them.
“Yeah, I figured as much. Drinking and watching the stars it is.” Perry polished off his second slice of cake, put his dirty plate in the dishwasher, and disappeared into the den where the bar was located. A few minutes later, he returned with a full glass of clear liquor and headed outside.
Major inclined his head toward the den where they would have a modicum of privacy. He reached out to sense where Trista and Craig were. Trista was silent, but the whir of a white noise machine sounded from upstairs. Now would be the perfect time to voice Craig, but he was upstairs in his room talking softly to someone, so Major only listened long enough to ensure he wasn’t putting them all at risk.
Tabitha walked over to the wet bar and held up the whiskey. Being shifters, they couldn’t get drunk as their metabolism burned through the alcohol quickly. “Small glass,” he said. She poured him a generous portion instead and helped herself to the tequila.
She handed Major’s glass over and took a sip of hers. “I’m surprised Daniel’s working out since he was smoking weed earlier.”
“Maybe that’s his compromise. Like drinking a diet soda with a double cheeseburger.”
Tabitha grinned before getting serious. “Or maybe that was his warm-up before getting the harsher drugs.”
