Forever Read Online Free PDF Page B

the girl who played Orphan Annie belted out “Tomorrow” in a way that took the breath of everyone in the theater.
    “No … I don’t think she’s wasting it, but I’ll tell her what you said.” He winked at Ross. “Between you and me, I’d still love a chance to star opposite her in a film. One of these days I might even get brave enough to tell her.”
    Ross chuckled and started to walk away. “Fine, Matthews. Enjoy your day in the sticks.”
    “I will. Hey …” Dayne lowered his voice to a mock whisper. “I’m at home if the paparazzi ask about me. The trip’s a secret.”
    After that, the hours had passed slowly through the afternoon and into the evening. Filming was almost finished, and so far Ross had been ecstatic with the footage they’d captured.
    The movie was a romance with a well-known cast. Ross firmly believed the film would surpass its competition and succeed well beyond box-office expectations.
    “It’s got Academy Award written all over it, folks,” he told them every few days. “We’re making it happen here, people. Keep pushing.”
    Dayne had to agree. His emotions had never been more transparent, his ability to convey feelings for the camera never more
    21
    convincing. It was Katy, of course. He didn’t have to struggle to find his emotions anymore. Every one of them was wrapped up in her.
    The jet engines rumbled quietly in the background. Dayne turned away from the window and looked around the small plane. It was set up like an intimate living room: plush leather sofas along either side, tables and pillows at every convenient location, and a big-screen television built into the wall. A catalog of DVDs was available in a magazine pocket on the wall, and the cabin had state-of-the-art surround sound. The floor was even covered with thick, soft carpeting. Not surprising when the price was twenty times that of a commercial flight. Dayne studied a patch of storm clouds below. Never mind the cost. He would’ve chartered a space shuttle if it meant getting to Katy on his day off.
    He missed her that much.
    Private air travel was a must from now on. He’d made that decision after his last flight to Indiana. Between the Baxters and his upcoming wedding, he didn’t want anyone knowing when he visited Bloomington.
    He made the arrangements through a private airline that catered to celebrities and dignitaries. Yesterday Dayne asked for an open account with the company. A simple call, a credit-card number, and he had a personal flight arranged for six in the morning. Show up fifteen minutes before departure and enter through a private terminal, then show his ID and avoid the entire airport scene. Just a simple, nonstop ride straight to his destination.
    The takeoff had been smooth, but the captain had warned him there’d be turbulence landing in Bloomington. Thunderstorms were forecast for the day.
    Dayne felt a flicker of anxiety; he’d seen firsthand the strength of an Indiana thunderstorm. But at least they were landing in Bloomington. There’d be no hour-long drive to town. Just a rental car ready for him when he landed and an hour later he’d meet Ashley at the old house-the one Katy had told him about.
    22
    The plane jolted hard to the left and then to the right. Dayne tightened his grip on the armrest.
    From the cockpit, the flight attendant appeared. She was a woman in her late fifties. She smiled at him. “Your seat belt’s on?”
    Dayne gave his seat belt a tug. “Nice and tight.” He hated this, his fear of small planes. But it was understandable. He had been eighteen when his adoptive parents died in a small-plane crash over an Indonesian jungle. The story hadn’t even made the papers back in the U.S. Dayne always joked with his costars that he’d rather travel commercial. That way if something happened, at least it’d make banner headlines across the country.
    The plane started its descent, heading for the towering thunderheads. The cabin shuddered and jerked for a few