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inside knowing there was one thing she was good at that Chynna couldn’t master. “Give it time.”
    â€œHow much?” Chynna asked, ringing her hands. “If I don’t pull it together quick, the director will replace me. Do you think perhaps while we’re here, you could run lines with me?”
    â€œSure.” Kenya wasn’t sure what good it would be, but she would give it the old college try.
    After nearly an hour, Kenya surmised that Chynna just didn’t have it. That it that directors looked for, but she supposed that with a whole lot of editing, the movie studio would figure out how to make it work.
    â€œI’m bad, aren’t I?” Chynna asked.
    Kenya tried to hide her frustration over Chynna’s inability to really let herself go there. “You need to be more vulnerable,” she stated.
    â€œI’m trying,” Chynna responded fervently.
    â€œWell, it’s not translating to me,” Kenya said. She’d run lines before, but never so painstakingly.
    Chynna huffed and stood up. “I’m not into this acting thing. I just want to sing and maybe design an outfit or fragrance, but acting, quite frankly, bores me.”
    â€œThen you should never have let them talk you into it. Where’s the bullheaded Chynna I know and grew up with? Where has she gone?”
    Chynna stared out at the fading sunset and then turned around. “Honestly, I don’t know.”
    â€œPerhaps it’s time you find her.”
    â€œAnd how would I do that?”
    Kenya pondered the question. “I don’t know, but something’s gotta give.”

Chapter 3
    C hynna couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt truly relaxed and in control of her own destiny than she did over the last week and a half. No schedules, no meetings, no tapings, no concerts. She’d woken up when she wanted, no matter the time of day. She was sure Kenya thought she was crazy sleeping half her morning away over the last week, but she didn’t care—she needed to catch up on her sleep.
    Between the concerts and the late nights afterward, she was usually up all night and only able to sleep a few hours during the day. Since she’d been at the resort, she went to bed at midnight and got up at nine or ten o’clock, which was quite early for her.
    Her twin, on the other hand, was usually already up, had gone for an hour-long run, showered and was sitting at the breakfast table eating an egg-white omelet the chef had prepared. They’d both been blessed with baby-making hips and each had to run or, in Chynna’s case, work with a trainer to keep their bodies tight. And tight hers had to remain. Eli was always telling her the camera put on fifteen pounds and that she had to stay within her target weight. Not so easy to do when she was on the road, eating fast food and not getting enough sleep.
    She felt better mentally and physically this week than she ever had. She and Kenya had done yoga, Pilates and Zumba. She’d had a massage and facial just about every day, and her pores and skin never seemed so clear. Despite Deacon’s protestations, coming to the ranch was a gift.
    â€œHey, sis,” Chynna said, walking into the dining room where Kenya was seated and finishing her omelet.
    â€œCan I have another one of those?” Chynna asked the patient chef, who always waited for her to wake up before starting her breakfast. “But make mine with smoked Gouda, spinach, sautéed mushrooms, onions and some bacon crumbles.”
    Kenya laughed as she placed another forkful of omelet into her mouth. “You had me until the bacon crumbles.”
    â€œHey, bacon makes everything taste better,” Chynna said, plopping in the cushioned chair beside Kenya and folding one leg underneath the other.
    â€œSure thing,” the chef said and busied himself with making her order.
    â€œSo what are we going to do today?” Kenya asked.
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