They all walked out the living room
and Bailey stopped in her tracks just inside the living room’s entrance. No
freaking way. There, in the middle of her room, stood Zane Alder. All six feet
with some inches added, of him taking her personal space. Of all actors to come
to her house, why him? She hated reading his articles, turned the channel if
they had an update about him on TV, and refused to watch one of his movies.
Okay, she’d watched about ten minutes of one long ago. Really, she didn’t even
know why she disliked him so much. She just had a feeling about him. While most
women would be enthralled by his appearance, Bailey found herself disgusted. Maybe
she shouldn’t have signed up for this gig.
“Bailey,”
Lance said, finally noticing her standing by the entrance. He rushed over to
her with his arms open wide for a hug. “It’s been too long.”
Bailey
stepped into Lance’s embrace and let herself feel comforted by her best
friend’s ex-husband event though a slice of guilt stabbed at her heart. He gave
her a gentle squeeze.
“Excuse
me,” Zane interrupted, signaling that he had business to contend to with Lance.
“I’m hot, sticky, and dehydrated. Not to mention that we’re supposed to start
filming in thirty minutes.”
“I
know, Zane. We’ll get you taken care of before we start filming. I promise.”
Bailey
stepped toward and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said and
introduced herself to Zane. Eddie and Roy were already connecting cables and
they’d been the only ones to take a tour of her house. She might as well be
responsible in showing the actors around. “I can show you where you can freshen
up.”
Take
a step backward, he glared at her. His arms were folded tightly across his
chest. “Who are you?”
Who
was she? Is this guy serious? Bailey Roan, the owner of this house that he’d be
using for who knew how long. She tamped down the flaring anger over this man’s
rude behavior before saying, “I’m the owner of this house. Would you like me to
show you the bathrooms or do you prefer to stand there and stink?” Triumph
filled her as she stared at his shocked face. Lance chuckled. “Well?” she
asked.
