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stood from the table and took the sketches from Josie.
    “Sounds like a plan. Will you be sending these over to Mr. Ellis?”
    Craig huffed and nodded. “Although, I’m sure everything will be fine. He just wants to look them over for final approval.”
    “Well then, if there’s nothing else, I need to get the rest of these changes down to production. Josie lifted her bag to her shoulder, wanting to get the hell away from the studio in case her luck continued to plummet and Anders returned.

    T he next few weeks passed in a succession of disasters. No matter how many fires Josie put out, there seemed to be twice as many to take their place, and this morning was no exception.
    Josie moved through the lot, weaving through the trailers that covered every square inch of asphalt. With her eyes glued to her phone, she typed with one hand and held a cup of coffee in the other. The constant beeping of her phone—countless texts and voice mails detailing several last-minute rewrites—woke her before dawn every day. Normally something like that wasn’t a big deal; however, these rewrites meant two of the dresses shipped to Italy for Aubrey were no longer suitable. Now she had to find two new outfits and prepare them for shipping in a matter of hours. She groaned when she finished her text only to find another waiting.
    The only thing that had gone in her favor was her ability to avoid any run-ins with Anders. She’d seen him several times but usually when he was on set, so she’d never been in any danger of having to interact with him.
    People bustled around the lot, their voices echoing as they darted between trailers too. Just as Josie took a sip of her steaming coffee something bumped into her from behind. Reflexively, her grip tightened around the cup. The lid popped off and hot liquid poured down her body, seeping through her shirt and scalding her skin.
    “Shit!” she cried, dropping the cup and pulling her shirt away from her chest. She spun around just in time to see a couple of guys pushing a huge rack of clothing around the corner. Either they didn’t realize they had run into her or they didn’t care.
    She pushed open the door to the trailer next to her and dashed inside, ripping her shirt over her head and using it to dab her stinging chest. She crossed to the far side of the room and stood in front of the full-length mirror, grimacing at the bright red color of her skin. When she glanced at the rack of clothing to her right, her heart stopped. One sweep of the room confirmed she had the shittiest luck ever, and all she could do was close her eyes and shake her head.
    “Fuck.” Of course she was in Anders’ trailer. Dread sank in her chest as she looked at the coffee-stained shirt clutched in her hands.
    Over on set the director yelled cut as he moved in front of the cameras. “That’s enough for now. Let’s grab lunch and meet back here in an hour.”
    Anders nodded and crossed the lot to his trailer. He pushed open the door, halting when he noticed the half-naked girl standing in the middle of the room.
    “Well, well, well.” He smirked when she jumped and turned to face him. “I’ve got to hand it to Argent. They’ve made great improvements with how they stock my trailer.”
    Josie’s mouth fell open. Her fingers tightened around the fabric in her hand as she chanted silently that she wouldn’t hit him.
    “Sorry, I’m not part of your goodie bag. Argent only provides what you ask for, or have you forgotten ?” She failed to keep the bite out of her voice when she emphasized the last word.
    “No, I haven’t forgotten. Although, I’m not opposed to the idea either.”
    “Oh my God,” Josie groaned. He was such a pig, such a devastatingly gorgeous pig.
    “Well, if Argent didn’t put you here, and you’re not here on your own, why are you shirtless in my trailer?” He stepped closer; something about her face seemed familiar. He dropped his eyes to her chest. The lacy edge of her bra