“Is something wrong?” Suzette asked. “These are what Jennika wears.”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine, but you might look into what Tabitha wears when she’s sparring. The material has more give to it.” She pointed to the cargo pants Tabitha wore.
Suzette placed a hand on her chest, smiling at Trista. “You get to do your own stunts?”
“Some of them, yes.”
“How exciting!” The stylist approached Tabitha. “May I?” Tabitha stood so she could examine the fabric closely. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Where did you get these?”
“A friend of the family designed them,” Tabitha admitted. McKayla, Desi Rothchild’s sister, designed some of the clothes for both Cyanide Sweetness and Jupiter Madness. The material was breathable and stretchy, which the guys needed while jumping around on stage. Tabitha needed them to kick ass. “I can put you in touch with her, and she can tell you where she gets the material.”
“It’s too late to get them for this film, but I’d love to source this for next time.”
Once Suzette found Trista suitable fight-scene pants, they were off to a different area. As they walked, Marilyn dug into her bag and produced a pair of gloves for Trista. She thanked her assistant while nodding at certain workers and speaking to others. They were headed to meet with the director, and Tabitha was thankful since Craig would be there, and she’d get to put eyes on Major. Working closely was as nice as it wasfrustrating. More than once, she wished she’d been truthful with him when they first met. If she had, they would be fully mated.
Told you.
Shush. Nobody likes a know-it-all.
Kind of like you and all your— Ooh, Major’s close.
It didn’t take long for Tabitha to find her mate in the crowd since he was taller than most everyone. His stormy blue eyes met hers, and Tabitha’s heart stuttered. Something was wrong, and Major was telegraphing his displeasure for all to see. Craig was chatting with a woman who was also carrying a tablet, so Tabitha figured she was his assistant, Sarah. When the two groups converged, Craig stood taller. “Craven has some changes to the script he wants to go over.”
“What changes?” Marilyn swiped her tablet, staring at the screen as though it held the secrets to the universe.
“You’ll see. Let’s go.” Craig pushed his way into a large tent with Sarah following. She was kind enough to hold the flap for the next person.
“You okay?” Tabitha whispered low enough that no one else would hear.
“I think I figured out who Craig is supposed to keep in line. Daniel said he had some errands to run and would arrive later. If he’s looking for the stash, he won’t find it.”
“How did you manage that?”
Someone cleared their throat, and Tabitha turned toward the sound. A man several inches shorter than her stood eyeing her up and down. Major took a step toward the stranger, whose eyes bugged out of his head.
Trista sidled up to him. “Craven, this is Tabitha Stone and Major Lazlo of SteeleSecurities.”
“Ah, yes. The bodyguards. We are sorely behind schedule, so please do your jobs and do them well. We cannot afford any further delays. Speaking of delays, we have made changes and cut several scenes we feel won’t take away from the narrative. Come with me. We need to go over the new script.”
Marilyn stopped after a few feet, her eyes glued to her tablet. “Oh, hell no.”
Chapter 9
Perry and Florenceleft for the airport before Major had a chance to interrogate the male. He had voiced Daniel who had no knowledge of the drugs or why Brad went after Craig. If he didn’t order them, either Perry did using a fake name, or the drugs coming to their dock had been a coincidence. Tabitha and Trista left after breakfast, leaving Major with the Kilbrook men. The two were arguing when Major stepped into the kitchen. Daniel strode down the hall toward his bedroom with Craig following. Using his shifter hearing, Major listened in as he helped himself to a muffin and coffee.
“What’s so fucking important that you need to be away from the set? It’s not like you have other clients,”Craig asked.
“Fuck you, Creegon. Someone has to close up the rental, and since Perry couldn’t be arsed to stay, that leaves me. And don’t forget, I have to retrieve your clothes from the hotel like a fucking servant.”
Creegon? Arsed? Daniel’s accent slipped momentarily, and that reminded Major of whoever Craig had spoken to on the phone earlier.
“Don’t be so dramatic. Perry is driving Florence to the airport.”
“Whatever. I’ll see you soon enough.”Either Daniel slammed his bedroom door, or Craig had as he was leaving the room. Major didn’t believe Daniel’s reasoneither, but with him not knowing about the cocaine, Major had no idea why the male was being secretive. There was still the phone call he’d made when they first arrived at the rental, so he was up to something. Major had spoken with Mason earlier, and one of the other employees from Steele Securities was stopping by the rental to retrieve the hidden cameras as well as the drugs since Major had needed to get Craig to the park. Now they were at the set, and it seemed as though things were about to get chaotic.
Major followed Craig and the director to where a long table was set up, surrounded by chairs. Major remained standing since he wasn’t part of the cast or crew. Craven tapped his fingers on the table while waiting for Trista to join them. Tabitha stood next to Major, and he whispered low enough that only she could hear. “I didn’t get the opportunity to voice Perry, but I did speak with Daniel, and he had no knowledge of the drugs. He and Craig argued this morning when Daniel said he had somewhere to be instead of coming here. Also, Daniel’s accent slipped briefly, sounding like whoever Craig had been speaking to on the phone.”
“Absolutely not!” Trista slammed her hands on the table as she stood, looming over the director. The usually quiet woman had some fire to her. “This movie is about Nora and howshe’sthe one kicking ass. I specifically trained all month for the fight scenes.”
