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hated keeping a secret from them, but it couldn’t be helped. She would tell them sooner or later.
    “Okay, you’re not listening to a word I’m saying.” Liam put his hands on her shoulders and shook her gently.
    Scarlett blinked. “Huh? I’m listening! You were saying something about Flaubert.”
    “Not. I’ve moved on to something way more interesting. Your birthday.”
    “My birthday?”
    “Yeah, your birthday. April twenty-fourth. I know it’s still a month away, but keep that night free, okay? And the next day, too. Because I have major plans for you.”
    Scarlett raised her eyebrows. “Like what kind of plans?”
    “It’s a surprise. Trust me, you’ll like them.” Liam smiled lazily and trailed his fingers across her cheek.
    Scarlett smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed her back, making her feel dizzy and tingly and deliriously happy at the same time. Liam was so sexy . . . and thoughtful . . . and smart . . . and sexy . . . and, basically, perfect in every way. It was so awesome, having a boyfriend. Why had she held out for so long?
    The truth was, she’d never had a guy like Liam in her life before.
    So why was she even thinking about moving three thousand miles away from him?

Chapter 4
Are You Serious?
    Jane speed-walked into the elevator and pressed 5, trying to juggle a latte, a box of Sprinkles cupcakes (it was Naomi the receptionist’s birthday), and her oversize, overflowing bag. “I’m soooo late. Fiona’s going to kill me,” she told Scarlett over the phone, which was precariously balanced between her right ear and shoulder.
    “Just tell her you were having breakfast with Robert Pattinson. She’ll understand,” Scarlett joked.
    “Funny. See you tonight? Or do you have a hot date with your hot boyfriend?”
    “Nope. Tonight it’s just you, me, Tucker, and an everything pizza with extra cheese.”
    “Sounds perfect. Ohhhh . . . my battery’s beeping at me, and I haven’t even checked my messages. Gotta go—bye!”
    “Janie, charge your phone!”
    “I know, I know. See you tonight!”
    Jane dropped the phone into her bag just as the elevator doors slid open . . . to total chaos. The lobby of Fiona Chen Events had been overrun by PopTV equipment and crew—more than for a usual shoot.
    “Jane, there you are!” Matt, the director, yanked off his headset and rushed up to her. “Let’s get you miked right away. We’ve got a busy, busy morning.”
    “I thought we weren’t shooting until this afternoon. And why are there so many—”
    “Change of plans. Didn’t Dana call you?”
    Oops. Maybe Dana had left one of the many messages on Jane’s now-dead phone. “Um. What’s on the schedule?”
    “First, we’re shooting a scene with you and Hannah, in your office. The second scene is you and, uh, Fiona, in Fiona’s office.” Matt looked away.
    Jane frowned. Why did Matt suddenly seem so uncomfortable? “Is Fiona in a bad mood or something?” she asked him.
    “Yeah, well, isn’t she always in a bad mood? I’ve got to go see about the lighting. I’ll be back for you in a sec.” Matt motioned for one of the sound guys to come over and mike her.
    Great, Jane thought with a sigh. Fiona’s going to chew me out for being late . . . again . . . on camera. Can’t wait!
    “Good morning, Jane.” Naomi peeked out from behind a massive bouquet of tulips on her desk. “I like your shoes!”
    “Thanks. Oh, these are for you!” Jane gave her the box of cupcakes. “Happy birthday!”
    “It’s so sweet of you to remember. Thank you!”
    The sound guy, Jack, greeted Jane and handed her a mike pack. Jane set her stuff down on Naomi’s desk and chatted with her about birthday plans, while slipping the pack under her gray silk blouse, wrapping the wire around her torso, and handing the pack back to Jack. She barely noticed as he flipped on the switch and clipped the pack to the back strap of her bra. After six months of being on TV, it had become routine.
    Matt