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feel a little more
at home there. They should have everything in place at some point tomorrow. You
can move in on Wednesday. Thursday, a film crew will come in here and film how
you live. They'll probably have you set yourself up with your computer and do
some writing and fixing a snack and so on. Starting Friday, you won't have
access to this place for a couple days. The guys will start arriving Friday
afternoon and we don't want any interactions until Monday night when you greet
them all."
    "You guys are going to hold
them in this parking lot all weekend?"
    "No. They're allowed to
start showing up here Friday afternoon, and have to be here by Monday morning. They
can go off-property all they want. They just can't go through the gates to the
main part of the property, until Monday night. All Monday afternoon and evening
they'll be with production, getting ready."
    Goldie followed us around. I wanted
everyone to meet her, and I wanted her to see that I was okay here. She was
going to be able to have a fair amount of freedom, within the gated portion of
the estate. Which was good, because production didn't necessarily want the guys
to know she was mine. I wanted her to be comfortable enough to explore around
without always being glued to my side. This was a new concept for the pooch. At
night, she'd be staying with Troy in his trailer, they'd decided that last
night. We wanted Goldie to get the idea that I was all around and not in any
one fixed place, because if she realized where I called home, she'd be there
all the time.
    In the meantime, Troy talked to
her incessantly, when he wasn't addressing me. He made the introductions
between Goldie and all the crew we came into contact with along the way. And he
kept the treats flowing from a bottomless pocket in his trousers. His goal was
to become Goldie's newest best friend, so the dog would come to him when
called, and maybe not freak out when he locked her up in his trailer at night.
    I kind of wished I had taken my
Kindle with me to Hair and Makeup. I could have been reading while the ladies
played with my hair. As it was, I closed my eyes and daydreamed about a new
novel idea while they messed around with makeup ideas.
    Wardrobe had me exhausted. And I
did my absolute best to talk them into much safer three-inch heels. As much as
I would love to be five-eight, five-six was a more realistic goal, especially
when the ground cover was uneven.
    The property was laid out on the
side of a gently sloping mountain. The main house sat the highest, towards the
rear. The small house, which they called the cottage, sat to one side, a little
lower on the hill.
    There were a dozen or so other
trailers grouped onto a corner of the property, placed so as to be out of the
camera's line of site when filming for the show took place. I assumed they were
places for the crew to stay.
    Elsewhere in the enclosure were
signs of a desire for hot bodies. Off to the low, far side of the property was
a basketball court and a tennis court. And even further down was a wide running
track that ran the length, inside the gated portion from one end of the
property to the other, land having been cut out of the mountain to maintain a
level track. Each of the two houses had a pool and a gym. The crew even had a
gym in one of the many trailers.
    The main house, where the men
would be staying, had the best view of all the lush growth that the grounds crew
kept carefully tended, to keep each area of the property separate, so little
direct spying could happen. And little interference with filming could take
place between areas. There was a rooftop patio for sunning, if you didn't want
the shade. There was a large patio, with a large pool to match, that sat mostly
in the shade, as well. The patio even had an outdoor kitchen and bar under an
overhang and awning. The finished basement held the gym.
    The cottage had its own small
patio, pool, and hot tub, plus it housed three bedrooms, though one was for a
small gym. I