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jogged for miles. Sunny’s face and neck were flushed, and those big, golden brown eyes looked flustered.
    Her embarrassment was his fault. On second thought, the loudmouth had a lot to answer for. Peteturned, ready to silence the man, but Meggy beat him to it.
    “Shut up, Brad,” she said to her camera operator.
    “But we’ve got enough of this shot. They can do that on their own time. I don’t want to be here all night.”
    “Shut up, or give me the camera and go to the van. We can do this without you.”
    The guy clamped his jaw, and Pete grinned. Watching his sister back the guy down was sweeter than doing it himself.
    “Score one for Meggy,” Sunny whispered as she pulled him inside. “I’m ready to join her fan club.”
    That made two of them.
    Sunny had set a table for two in a bay window. Classy, he thought. Real classy. He didn’t know they made glasses with stems that tall. “You’ve gone to a lot of trouble,” he said.
    “Actually I haven’t,” she said, an honest-to-goodness blush on her cheeks.
    Pete liked modesty in a woman. “Everything looks great, and the food smells good, too.”
    “Thanks. Dinner’s ready. Shall we eat now?”
    “Why don’t we get our guests out of here first?” Turning toward the door as the crew struggled in with their equipment, he said, “Meggy, I believe you said this wouldn’t take long?”
    “It won’t. All we need is a few seconds of this and that to establish Part One of your date. Let’s start with a shot in the kitchen.”
    Sunny led the way into a large, light-filled room filled with sleek cupboards, expensive-looking appliances and lush plants. Pete had worked on unitslike this. They didn’t come cheap. Teachers’ pay must be better than he thought.
    Sunny was taller than he’d remembered, about five foot eight or nine, tall enough to be a presence in a girls’ basketball game, though her slender build belonged to a model. Her gorgeous legs were covered by jeans, but there was no way a guy could complain about the way she looked in those jeans.
    Meggy removed the lid from a pot and said, “Umm, gravy. Pete, would you mind standing here while Sunny stirs this?”
    Not any more than he minded everything else.
    “Sunny, taste the gravy, reach for the salt and shake a little into the pot.”
    For a woman who liked cooking for her dates, Pete thought Sunny seemed rather ill at ease following Meggy’s orders. Of course, a person was probably awkward doing commonplace things in front of cameras.
    “Good,” Meggy said. “Now, remove whatever’s in the oven.”
    Pete edged Sunny aside and said, “Let me.” He looked around for an oven mitt or pot holders, but didn’t see any. “Where are your pot holders?”
    She looked at him blankly. “Pot holders?”
    This TV thing must really be hard on her. “Or an oven mitt?” he suggested.
    Sunny felt heat crawl up her neck. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but she knew she ought to.
    “That’s okay,” he said, smiling as he reached behind her. “I’ll use this.” He grabbed a towel offthe counter and used it to protect his hands as he lifted the hot pan from the oven.
    Ah, that’s what he meant. He must think she was a real idiot. A person who supposedly “loved to cook” ought to have a working knowledge of basic kitchen equipment.
    How was she going to get through this charade? She still felt unsettled at the way she’d greeted Pete, kissing him as if he’d just come home from a war. Though she’d offered the kiss for the folks in TV land, she’d felt its impact down to her toes. And Pete? He’d reacted as if it were his homecoming.
    “Did you get the shot of Pete taking the pan out of the oven, Brad?” Meggy asked.
    “Got it. You’re gonna love the shot of his backside.”
    This guy’s survival instincts were pretty weak. From the set of Pete’s jaw, Sunny would say Brad was asking for trouble.
    “We’re almost through,” Meggy said grimly, apparently fed up with