Tabitha stood, running her hand along Major’s beard. “I’m going back to my trailer in case Trista needs me. Let me know when you get back?”
Major popped a kiss to her lips. “You know it.”
Tabitha left first, her head on a swivel. She didn’t know all the crew, but her instincts were good. Plus, she had a beast inside whose were even better. As soon as she was in her trailer, she texted the Trio, adding Major so he knew he didn’t need to, and told them about one of the foster brothers coming forward. She then kicked back on the sofa with her e-reader to catch up on the latest series she’d been bingeing. Before she got too engrossed, she used her shifter hearing to listen in on Trista and Marilyn. She didn’t consider it eavesdropping but doing her job.
“What does it matter to you where we work? You get paid the same whether I’m in Atlanta or the Poconos,”Trista asked someone.
“I know how much you were looking forward to being the heroine. Plus, I would hate to see you shell out millions for breaking your contract,”Perry responded. From his lower tone, Tabitha ascertained they were speaking via telephone. She assumed he was on his return drive from the airport.
“I was looking forward to it, but knowing the script had already been rewritten doesn’t sit well with me. What else are they going to change? I’ve already called Archer McMillen and asked to read for the Cabin role. He was thrilled that I’m interested since Bailey Bradshaw had to back out. As such, I called Adams and told him not to bother showing up.”
“Why didn’t you have me call McMillen? That’s my job.”
“I did call you earlier, but you didn’t answer, so I handled it myself.”
“When and where are you going for the audition?”
“Marilyn and I are flying out in the morning. She already booked our flights to Pennsylvania. It’s a formality at thispoint. McMillen said the role is mine if I want it, and he’s a professional, unlike Craven. I’ll send you the contract to look over once I receive it.”
“Do you want me to meet you there?” Perry asked.
“It’s not necessary. Vanessa never traveled with me.”
“Fine, but call as soon as you have the contract. Trista, are you sure this is what you want to do? You’ve put so much time into Nora.”
“I’m sure.”
“Is Tabitha going with you?”
“No, which sucks. I really like her, but she wants to remain in Atlanta.”
“What are you going to do for security?”
“That’s your job, Perry. Maybe call McMillen or Roman Bane’s agent and ask who they use.”
“Okay. I’ll get right on that. I’ll let you know as soon as I find someone.”
“Thanks. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Trista deciding to switch films wasn’t a surprise, but she’d been busy setting up the new meeting while Tabitha had been busy in a different way. She didn’t regret the quickie with Major. She felt a tad bit guilty since they were on the job, but both clients were safe in their trailers, so not that guilty.
Tabitha’s phone buzzed. She smiled when Major’s nickname showed on the screen.
THM:Showtime, and Craig is seething.
Tabitha stood and opened her door, leaning against the frame. Major and Craig were waiting for the deputy, and when he approached, Craig held out his hand.
“Deputy, thank you for stopping by. I appreciate you offering to escort us for added protection.” Lowering his voice, Craig whispered, “Please go along with it until we get to the parking lot. I do not wantreporters getting wind of the fact that I’m being questioned.”
The deputy inclined his head. “My pleasure.” He gestured for Craig to go ahead, and he and Major walked on either side of the actor. Plenty of crew were milling about, and everyone stopped to observe what was happening.
Sarah ran across the lot, tablet bouncing against her chest. “Craig, what’s going on?”
“Major and the deputy are escorting me to an offsite meeting. I won’t be gone long.”
“Meeting?” Sarah looked at her tablet, furiously tapping at it. “I don’t have you scheduled for a meeting.”
“It’s a last-minute one I scheduled myself. I’ll tell you about it when I return.” Craig continued walking, leaving his assistant staring at him, her mouth gaping.
