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“Yep,” he answered.

She was so screwed.

“I’ll see you at eight on Saturday morning. And I’ll be ready at six when you pick me up. But this is a whole lot of Dex for one weekend.”

It didn’t sound all that bad.

He laughed again.

His laugh didn’t sound all that bad either.

Yep, she was screwed.

“I’ll let you go to bed now. You start early in the mornings,” he said.

“I’m already in bed,” she blurted out.

He groaned. “Now I’ll have that thought in my head all night.”

She laughed. Then stopped. She couldn’t believe she was laughing after having just been in tears.

“Dex?”

“Yeah, Honey?”

“Thanks for making me feel better.”

“You’re welcome. Good night, Kenna.”

“Good night, Dex.”

***

“Cut!”

“I thought we agreed those damned dogs were supposed to be boarded!” the director shouted at Rosalie.

Kenna was busy talking to the producer of this unadulterated mayhem when she heard that asshole yelling at Rosalie. She cut him off and started sprinting across the rose garden ready to throat punch the guy who’d raised his voice at her boss when she saw and heard something amazing. Buddy Finch was nose-to-nose with the director.

“Get off the premises,” Buddy roared.

“What?”

“You’re so gone, today is a memory and tomorrow won’t even register.”

“Who the hell are you?” the man sputtered.

“He’s the man who can buy and sell you, and you’ve just been sold,” Kenna said as she came to a stop at Buddy’s elbow.

The director looked at them with disdain. “This documentary is being funded by Mr. Shapiro’s foundation.”

“Exactly,” Buddy said with satisfaction. “You just yelled at the late Mr. Shapiro’s widow.”

“Her name is Rosalie Randall,” he sputtered.

“That’s her stage name,” Kenna informed him.

“Ken, go apologize to Ms. Randall,” the producer said as he joined them.