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future.”
    “Oh, don’t do that,” I said, teasing her. “I can handle a little bitchy.” It was true. I liked that she was obviously passionate about what she did. She just didn’t manage to channel it in the right way.
    Her eyes narrowed slightly and she cocked her head at me as people started to file in.

Haven
    Harry had been good to his word—he didn’t seem to be holding any grudges and I was grateful.
    “So, remember, let me do the talking. She’s volatile and I don’t want to upset her,” I reminded Harry as we headed to the building that we’d been told to.
    “You think I’d piss her off.” He smirked at me.
    Shit. I hadn’t meant it like that. “No, not at all. I’m sure she will love you. Better than me, in any event. I just don’t want to fuck this up.”
    “So you keep saying.”
    We showed our passes to the security guard and he let us through a door. “Follow signs for stage two,” he grunted.
    We went down a dark corridor, which led us into what looked like a huge airport hangar with lots of scaffolding and people bunched at one end. My belly was fluttering with the unfamiliar. I’d never been on a film set before, and I didn’t know what to expect. I really hoped Sandy liked me. It would make interviewing her a lot easier.
    “Come on,” Harry said.
    I’d stopped dead. I took a deep breath and headed toward the people. The set started to come into view. I couldn’t quite make out what or where it was supposed to be. Was it an office or a call centre? A squeal broke my concentration and I searched for the source and saw Sandy Fox with her hands thrown up in the air, staring in my direction.
    “Oh my god!” she squealed again and started running toward me. She couldn’t be that excited to see me. I turned to Harry, who wore a shit-eating grin and was holding his arms out, ready to catch her. What the fuck?
    Sandy launched herself at Harry and he spun her around.
    “Hey kiddo,” he said as he hugged her and winked at me over her shoulder.
    I should have fucking known.
    “Harry, I’m so excited to see you. It’s been too long,” Sandy said as she clung to him.
    It was like I was in a movie. Nothing was making sense. All I could do was roll my eyes at the pair of them.
    When he finally put her down, she grabbed his hand.
    “Kiddo, this is Haven. She’s the journalist from Rallegra.”
    “Hey, Haven.”
    “Hi, Sandy, it’s a pleasure to—”
    “You know you’re not allowed to call me kiddo anymore. You promised.” Sandy pushed out her lips in an exaggerated pout. I rolled my eyes.
    “Well, if you promise not to be a brat, I won’t.” He ruffled her hair. They seemed very familiar with each other.
    “When have I ever been a brat?” she asked.
    “Every time you drink?” Harry replied.
    She threw her head back and laughed. I felt uncomfortable, like I was intruding on a private conversation. Should I give them some space to catch up? They were completely ignoring me. Where could I go?
    “How’s Dave?” Harry asked.
    “He’s dating some guy and neglecting me.” She pouted again.
    “I’m sure you have more than enough attention from your many admirers.”
    “None are as handsome as you, Harry,” Sandy whined as she pulled on his hand, getting him to follow her across to the set.
    “You’ll go blind if you keep rolling your eyes like that,” he whispered to me as he followed her. “Come on.”
    As we got nearer to the action, the director scooped Sandy up and we were ushered over to a couple of chairs at the edge of the cameras and lighting equipment.
    “So you know her, huh?” I asked Harry, desperate to understand the extent of their relationship.
    “A little.” His eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him.
    “I should have guessed. Go to school with her brother?”
    “No.” He wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
    “You haven’t slept with her, have you?” I was almost certain that he had.
    “Nope.” Was he being deliberately