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directors, Maggie guessed. She’d heard there would be a lot of them.
    â€œMy oak table. I love that piece. I hope it’s not scratched. I bought it at a tag sale the same day I made the decision to open the shop,” she told Suzanne.
    â€œIt’s going to have a few dings, no doubt. But you can have it refinished. It probably saved Jennifer Todd’s life. I’d say that gives the piece added value, scratches and all.”
    Before Maggie could respond, one of Nick’s underlings walked up to them, waving his hands. “Closing the set. The set is closed to everyone but cast and crew.” He looked straight at Maggie and Suzanne as he swept by.
    â€œGuess we’re being kicked out,” Maggie said quietly to her friend.
    â€œLooks that way.” Suzanne seemed reluctant, but moved along with the group headed for the door. Most wore press passes slung around their necks.
    A more persistent reporter had broken from the pack and clung to Nick Pullman, asking questions about the fallen fixture. He shook his head and walked on, without giving her a comment.
    Interesting, she thought. She turned to Suzanne, but her friend had disappeared.
    Drat . . . where did she go? She wouldn’t have left without me . . . would she?
    Maggie’s gaze swept the shop, suddenly finding Suzanne right next to Jennifer Todd’s chair. Chatting with Alicia and the actress like an old friend. In her inimitable Suzanne way.
    Maggie stared at her. Suzanne smiled and waved her over.
    She’s one in a million, that girl. That’s all I can say. Maggie would have laughed out loud, but didn’t want to draw attention to herself.
    â€œJennifer, Alicia . . . this is Maggie Messina, owner of this beautiful shop and our fearless knitting leader.” Suzanne introduced her with a flourish.
    Jennifer extended her hand, looking sincerely interested to meet her. “Maggie . . . thank you so much for coming. We had a little accident with some equipment . . .”
    â€œWe saw what happened. How awful for you. What a scare.”
    â€œJust a big mess.” Jennifer rolled her eyes briefly, as if the incident was nothing at all.
    â€œDoes equipment fall down like that a lot on movie sets?” Suzanne asked.
    â€œNot usually, thank goodness.” Jennifer rose from her seat. “I’ve only seen that happen once before. On a very low-budget film . . . which this is most definitely not ,” she added quietly, then laughed.
    â€œI’m glad you stuck around. I have loads of questions to ask you. But it’s a madhouse here now.” Jennifer glanced at the crew of gaffers, who had already started rigging new lights. “Can you come back to my trailer? We’ll have some privacy there.”
    Maggie met Suzanne’s bright gaze. She looked about to burst with pleasure, the edges of her smile spreading to her earrings.
    â€œWe’d love to. Lead the way,” Maggie answered for both of them.
    A short time later, they had followed the star outside and another large security guard met them on the porch. Maggie saw Lucy, Dana, and Phoebe standing at the gate. They all waved when she looked their way.
    â€œOh dear . . . I forgot all about them,” Suzanne gasped, and covered her mouth with her hand.
    â€œI did, too,” Maggie admitted. Understandably, in all the excitement. Lucy must have been asked to leave when the set was closed, and Dana and Phoebe probably never even made it inside. “Is something wrong?” Jennifer stopped and turned. She wore a white down coat draped over her shoulders and tugged the edges toward her chin.
    Maggie was about to say, “Nothing.” But Suzanne answered first. “Our friends . . . the rest of our knitting group. They’re dying to meet you. Could we just stop and say hello?”
    Jennifer smiled. “You have a real knitting group?