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Damon jerked his head, clearing his thoughts, and hurriedly scooted beside her again. “What’s wrong? You all good?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I just saw Stage 7! Right there!” Tessa pointed out the open window.

Damon breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought something was wrong.”

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to react that way.”

Damon waved it off. “Honey, is Stage 7 something you want to see?” He looked out the window and eyed the big, cavernous, curved-roof building with suspicion. Had he shot anything in that one?

Probably. He’d been all up and down that studio over the years. They all looked the same to him.

“Are you kidding? I’d love to go in there!”

Calling out loudly so the driver could hear, he said, “You mind stopping? I’m going to take her in seven.”

“Sure thing, boss,” the driver said over his shoulder as the limo came to a halt beside the big nondescript building.

After getting out, Damon held the door for Tessa.

Once it was closed, the driver said, “I’m going to get out of the way. Give me a text when you’re ready.” The long, sleek, black car slowly rolled down the wide alleyway that ran between the Stage 7 and the next soundstage over.

Two people hurried past, pushing a rolling cart of hanging clothes, the plastic that covered each outfit rustling in the breeze and mixing with the sound of the rack’s wheels turning on the pavement.

“You think they’re with wardrobe?” Tessa asked, her eyes glued to the people as they disappeared through a door on Stage 7.

“Sure,” he said.

“What about those people?”

Damon followed the direction she was pointing and saw a group of people who’d just come into view at the mouth of the alley, pushing a long cart with coffee urns and other assorted items on it that he couldn’t make out from a distance.

He didn’t have to see everything to know.

“Crafty.”

Tessa somehow became even cuter as she gasped and covered her mouth.

A moment later, she lowered her hands and said, “You mean they’re actually with craft services?”

Damon knew he probably shouldn’t tell her, but she would no doubt see the look in his eyes, so it didn’t matter if he said it or not. “Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable?”

She squealed and shook her head.

“Well, you are.” He stepped closer. “You’re almost as excited to see the caterers as you are a movie star.”

“You bet! I’ve studied movie-making for so long. I’m fascinated by every aspect of it. And craft services has a very important job! Keeping all the snacks and stuff up so the behind-the-scenes and on-camera talent can keep their strength up is no small feat.”

Damon wished he could record her. The sparkle in her eyes as she talked about something as mundane as craft services was pure joy.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” He peered down into her sparkling eyes for a moment and then said, “Okay, tell me why you want to go on Seven so badly.”

Tessa’s curled hair bounced as she shook her head. “Oh no. You have to tell me something first.”

Damon arched an eyebrow. “Who’s the Daddy here?”

But she just shook her head again. “You’re not my Daddy.”

He held up his hands to surrender. “Fair enough. What do you want to know?”