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about. There were
still more than a dozen women he hadn’t been involved with, and one
with golden hair was walking toward him that minute. Michael
smiled, slowed his step. “Excuse me, can you point me toward the
office?”
    The golden-haired woman smiled brightly and
offered to take him there herself.
    Was America a great country, or what?
     
     
    THE women gathered on the basketball court
to play dodge ball, or as one of the stunt coordinators put it,
“practice teamwork.”
    “I don’t know how in the hell we are going
to learn teamwork playing dodgeball, but whatever,” Trudy said on
an impatient sigh as she studied her hand through giant black
sunglasses she had yet to remove. Trudy was a single mom with a
useless boyfriend and an unusual fetish for showy sunglasses. She
had more pairs than Leah could count.
    At that moment, she was wiggling her fingers
at Leah. “So what do you think of this color? I got it from my
daughter Aralia.”
    Leah looked at the fingernails Trudy was
wiggling at her. The color was a little too bubblegum pink for her
tastes, but looked like something a fifth-grader like Aralia would
like. “Fabulous,” she lied.
    “Don’t look now, but here comes the Stud
Strut,” Jamie said. Jamie and Michele had migrated toward Trudy and
Leah early on, and now the four of them were inseparable. Jamie
nodded her dark red head in the direction of the door to the
basketball court. “Hey, you know what T.A. stands for, don’t you?”
she asked as they watched two of the three stunt
trainer-slash-coordinator hunks, Cooper and Eli, stroll in.
    “What?” Leah asked.
    “Tits and Ass,” Jamie said, and then
guffawed. “Get it? They have a thing for tits and ass!” She
laughed. Leah, Trudy, and Michele rolled their eyes.
    “Ladies, if we could have
your attention!” Eli, the one with the sandy blond hair was
speaking. He was a quiet guy who Leah thought looked pretty damn
good in faded jeans. Hell, they all looked good for that matter, from Cooper’s dark
locks, to Jack and his thick brown hair, and then of course they
were all tall and built like a brick shit house.
    “We finished up our first phase of intensive
gym work,” Eli said. “You did good, ladies. Real good.”
    Several of them cooed like a flock of
doves.
    “This week, we’re gonna focus on
team-building exercises. And then next week, we’re going to work
hard to block those two big battle scenes with the team skills
you’ve learned. We won’t lie to you—this is going to be a lot of
hard, physical work. But if you do like we ask, and we get those
battle scenes down, we’ve got a little surprise for you.”
    “I hope the surprise has
the name Gucci in
it somewhere,” Leah muttered.
    “The studio has okayed us to go on location
a couple of days early and do a final weekend of team building on
some of the best white water in the country. In other words, we’re
going rafting.”
    That was met with a lot
of ooohs and aahs ,
and of course, one of the Serious Actresses (as they had begun to
think of a few of them, as opposed to the young, eager,
will-sleep-with-anyone Starlets) began applauding, because she
applauded e-ver-y-thing . And naturally, once she started, everyone started
applauding because no one wanted to be the lone non-applauder.
Personally, Leah thought the constant applauding was way out of
hand and only gave it a halfhearted effort.
    “Okay, all right,” Eli said, signaling with
his hands for everyone to quiet down. “Before we get to the gravy,
we need you to focus,” he said, pointing at his head. “When we
start shooting in a few weeks, you all need to be fit and ready to
go. To get fit, you have to focus, and that means leaving your cell
phones in the locker room.’
    And that was, of course,
the precise moment Leah’s cell phone started to ring. She
frantically dug in her bag for it as the ringing got louder. She
looked at the display—Frances! Unfortunately, the whole room had
quieted—everyone