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Sophie's voice and, in that case, God, why ? But he hadn't imagined it. Even though there were trailers between his and hers, it was definitely her he could hear at—he checked his phone. Christ. It was only nine. He'd slept less than five hours.
    It wasn’t uncommon, of course, but he wasn’t scheduled to work until eleven today, so he'd been looking forward to some extra sleep.
    He tried to fall back to sleep, dragging the covers over his head. His morning erection strained in his boxer briefs, and he reached beneath the fabric and gave his cock a slow stroke. But Sophie was relentless with whatever she was doing, and her voice rang out again, sounding oddly… chirpy . People who'd just gotten off flights weren't usually so upbeat.
    "No, I mean it. All of it!"
    Tennyson groaned and got out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Then he slid on his shades and stepped outside, ready to tell Ms. Pierce to pipe the fuck down.
    The second his bare feet hit the pavement, he was met by a sight he was too tired to even try to understand. But it looked like Sophie was now sharing her trailer with wardrobe. A handful of clothing racks stood outside the trailer and countless shopping bags littered the ground.
    "What's going on?" he asked gruffly.
    Daniel and Noah were standing to the side, looking amused as hell.
    "Please don’t stop her," Daniel said. "Sophie's human now. Humor her."
    "Fuck you," Sophie told Daniel, though there wasn’t any anger in her tone. Then she smiled politely at one of the assistants from wardrobe, who walked out of her trailer with a giant pile of clothes. "Yes, yes, yes. Throw it all away."
    Daniel cleared his throat loudly. "You mean, give it away to charity, right?"
    Sophie blanched. "Oh. Yeah. Shit. Good idea, Daniel." She nodded firmly and started going through a pile of what looked like lingerie.
    "Uh, not that, darling." Daniel smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "As expensive as all those were, I don’t think any homeless people care about the latest thong from La Perla."
    "Not for wearing, anyway," Noah joked.
    This was too much to process with so little sleep, so Tennyson merely padded over to the set where he poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a Danish.
    He returned to Noah and Daniel, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun shining down on him. As long as he kept his gaze away from the sky, he should be safe from headaches for a little while.
    "So is shopping the trick?" he asked, dipping his Danish in his coffee. "I was wondering why Sophie's reshoot went so well." He took a bite of the flaky pastry.
    "This is bigger." Daniel kept his eyes on Sophie. "I'm helping her with some stuff, although the shopping is all on her. She disappeared after the shoot yesterday and was gone for hours. Her dad called me and wondered if her credit card had caught on fire. Then this shit was waiting for her when we landed."
    Tennyson let out a quiet snort, eyeing Sophie over the rim of his cup. "Must be nice to be Daddy's little princess."
    Daniel chuckled darkly. "You've met Peter Pierce, haven't you? He doesn’t keep princesses around. His wife and Sophie are possessions—nothing else. And let it be known that the wife is always replaceable."
    Tennyson frowned as he mulled that over. He'd already figured out there was more to Sophie than a dumb party girl, but he hadn't considered she was having problems that went beyond which color her next Porsche should be.
    "She doesn’t look like she's complaining, though." He raised a brow at Sophie as she threw garment bags around her and dug through her shopping bags. "If she were miserable, surely she would've gotten away from him by now."
    Even though she hadn't made any headlines with her performances in her prior movies, they didn’t just throw out some pocket change. Sophie must've made plenty of money on her own.
    Daniel shrugged. "She would have to start over from the beginning with literally no place to go. After she blew all her