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into the lounge. My head is starting to pound. I’ve got to sit down.”
    “Maybe you should go to your room,” Tyler suggested in a flat tone.
    Chris batted her eyelashes at him. “Will you come with me?”
    He stiffened. “You can make it on your own.”
    “Nah, we’ll go schmooze for a while longer. Into the lounge, people.”
    Marla found a seat between Janice and Liesl, whose wistful blue eyes focused on Tyler. The sultry blond stylist had chatted up a storm at the cocktail party. Marla had seen her with half a dozen men, at the very least. Each time, Chris had inserted herself into the circle and driven the conversation in another direction. Liesl had shrugged and moved on, making Marla wonder if the girl had already set her cap for someone else. She only hoped it wasn’t Tyler, because Chris aimed to snag him, judging from the way she hung on his arm. Or maybe she’d just had too many glasses of wine. Refusing to be corralled, Tyler handed her off to an armchair before claiming a place beside Georgia on a cushioned loveseat. The rest of the crew had retired for the night.
    Leaning back in her padded chair, Marla felt fatigue overwhelm her. She really ought to let the effects of her drinks wear off before she drove home, anyway, she thought, and ordered a cup of coffee, intending to sober up. Her mind blurred while Georgia’s voice rang out with all the news she’d reaped.
    Glancing at her watch, Marla couldn’t believe how much time had passed. If she didn’t get up soon, she’d end up sleeping in the hotel lobby. Her limbs wouldn’t obey her mental commands, however. Her chair was just too plush, and the instrumental music playing in the background had lulled her into a state of tranquility. Dim lighting and tea lights on the round tables contributed to the soothing atmosphere. It wasn’t until raised voices pierced the air that her mind snapped to attention.
    “Tyler, don’t you think you should ease up on the booze?” Chris’s sharp tone lashed out.
    The broad-shouldered male had sagged back on the couch, his arm draped around Georgia. Locks of caramel hair cascaded over his forehead, giving him a rakish look. He’d been stroking Georgia’s shoulder when the director admonished him. Glancing up, he met her gaze with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
    “I’ll have a good time if I want to,” he told her. “You’re not responsible for my personal behavior.”
    “No?” Chris’s gaze narrowed. “Your decisions have gotten you into trouble in the past.”
    “I don’t see a job description that says you’re my keeper.”
    “If you make a fool of yourself, it’ll reflect on the company. Making sure you behave is part of my job.”
    “What am I doing that offends you? Putting the move on Georgia? I’ve told you before that I won’t play your game, so kindly retract your claws. What I do on my own time is my business.”
    Chris pressed her hand against her forehead. “Damn headache. I can’t think straight.”
    “Then maybe you should retire,” Georgia suggested, edging away from Tyler.
    “Good idea,” Jan answered instead, rubbing a hand wearily across her face. “I have to get up early to do my workout. Did you see the fitness center? I bet it’ll be crowded in the morning.” Pushing herself upright, she stood and stretched. “See ya later, guys.”
    An awkward silence descended after Jan left. Marla tried to catch her friend’s eye to signal that they should leave, but Georgia was staring morosely into her beer glass.
    “Really, I don’t feel all that well. Tyler, walk me to my room,” Chris demanded from her armchair.
    He shook his head. “You can’t manipulate me that way. I know what you’re trying to do, and I’m sick of your attempts to pull my strings.”
    Marla winced. Is this what alcohol did to these people? If they fell apart during social hour, how would they pull it together for the show?
    Chris’s lips pursed as though she were in pain. ‘You’d better