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Andrew and the rest of the bodyguards spent the evening preparing for Mrs. Lee to return immediately to LA and moving Jordan into September’s rental house without appearing to do so. Andrew, along with one bodyguard, would stay at the Lee’s condo and the adjoining one to keep the appearance that the condos were in use. Andrew would have preferred to be closer to Jordan, but living in the same house was too close for Mr. Blake, Claire, and him.
At intervals, he walked around the condo, turning a light on or off. On the list of boring bodyguard jobs, house sitting sat at the top. It had been years since he’d pulled this assignment. His phone played Jordan’s song. “Hey.”
“Blake left with Grandma on a charter. Blake’s wife doesn’t want him on field duty yet.”
Good call.“What are you doing?”
“Calling you. Wishing you were here to play Oreo checkers.”
“Deidre might play if you need a game. She should be off duty.”
“I believe she’s in her room talking to her boyfriend, so a game of checkers wouldn’t have any appeal.”
They talked about everything and nothing for a while.
Jordan yawned. “I told Paul I’d be ready to work on the next scene tomorrow. I should go to bed.”
“Do you still want to go to Hannah’s?”
“I do, but if it snows, we’ll be moving filming up to the mansion. I think you need to go talk to her anyway. There is a portfolio in the second dresser drawer that has some signed photos of me. Take her one if I can’t go, okay?”
“I will.”
“Good night, Andrew.”
He made one more round of the condo, turning off the lights. Tomorrow had to be a better day.
26
Despite bitter-cold temperatures,no snow fell during the night. Jordan’s Southern California body rebelled at the chill in the air.
Deidre laughed at her as they hurried into the trailer. “A hoodieandcoat?”
In the trailer, Jordan unwound her scarf. “I can still see my breath! This isn’t funny.”
“Be glad you have all indoor scenes today.”
“Best part is none of them involve Storm. I don’t think I could get lost in my character enough to not have to do a dozen takes.” Although it wasn’t top news, the video release still hurt almost a week later. Mostly because the cleanup involved Andrew and partial lies. Jordan slipped into the bedroom for her first wardrobe change of the day.
During lunch, the long-expected snowflakes made their first appearance of the year. Paul danced around as if he’d never seen the stuff. After checking the weather apps, he declared they would shoot the snow scenes on Saturday. Paul spent the next ten minutes yelling, “It’s imperative we get the next two scenes done today.”
The scenes were not complicated, and the last one was between Princess Sam and her faithful maid.
“Cut!” yelled Paul for the fourth time. “Suzi, you’ve played the role of the maid for three years! Take a break and get your mind back in your acting space.”
“Sorry, Jordan.” Suzi shook out her apron.
“Don’t worry, it’s probably my fault for running out on this scene yesterday.”
Suzi took a bottle of water from the catering table. “When I heard the news, I didn’t think you would be filming today.”
“I wondered that for a moment myself, but I finished grieving for my parents years ago. I’m very relieved at this point. No more anonymous letters from people saying they’ve had a psychic vision and my parents are living in Siberia. Besides, I didn’t want to film on another Saturday. I guess Mother Nature fixed that.”
“Fake snow works. Half the Hearthfire movies have the stuff.” Suzi walked off in the direction of makeup.
Nodding to Deidre, Jordan retrieved her phone from Princess’s vest. No way would filming wrap up in time for her to go to Hannah’s. She sent Andrew a text to go without her. With filming tomorrow, she didn’t know when she’d be available for a visit.
