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“Well, it was good to see you,” I said awkwardly to her. “Have a good flight.”

“Yes,” she answered, distracted by her phone.

I watched her walk off, something niggling at the back of my mind as she side stepped a group of air-hostesses.

They walked past me, and I heard one of them say, “… first day. It’s going to be hilarious. You’ll get everything wrong, but don’t worry. It’s only up from here.”

An idea smacked into me, snapping into my consciousness like a jolt of lightning.

“Celeste, wait!”

She turned, brow arched as I ran toward her, skidding to a stop in the terminal.

She glanced at her watch. “You have five minutes.”

“You said you found Theo floundering onPerfect Fitfunny, right?”

“Honey, the man’s a complete himbo, fucking acting like he had some skills. I saw through you both on day one.” She shook her head. “I have no idea how you did it, but you somehow taught him how to not be completely useless in the process.” She chuckled.

I ignored her less that flattering assessment of Theo in favor of the bigger picture.

“What would you say to watching him do that again?”

Celeste shifted, transferring her coffee from one hand to the other. “Go on.”

“You could do a series where Theo tries different jobs from around the country. He’s great with people, charismatic, and you said he’s good in front of the camera.”

Her fingers clicked against her coffee cup as she considered my pitch. “What do I get out of this?”

“My everlasting devotion?”

“Try again.”

I searched around, trying to find the right incentive.

“You said yourself he’s hilarious. And you have to admit he’d be a great moneymaker. The audience will love watching him rise to the challenges.”

And I knew he’d love trying new things and meeting people. If he happened to find his calling along the way, so much the better.

I mentally crossed all my fingers and toes, praying she’d say yes.

“Hmm.” Her fingers stopped clicking. “Let me run this up the line. I’ll call you.”

“You like it?” I asked, delighted.

“I didn’t say that.” She made a tutting sound. “Don’t run after me at airports ever again. I like my anonymity.”

With that brisk comment, she turned on her heel and strode down the concourse toward her gate, leaving me to stare after her.

“Well, darn knit all,” I muttered, grinning. “She liked the idea.”

I reached for my phone but hesitated. I didn’t want to get Theo’s hopes up. I decided to wait until after I’d heard fromCeleste. It would either be good news, or a funny story of how badly I pitched a TV show.

“Mai!” Bruce hollered from down the terminal. “We’re boarding!”

Turning, I raced to my gate, praying all would work out.

CHAPTER 17

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