Finding Forever

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Authors: Michele Shriver
as they caught up on their lives, Jordan hardly noticed it. “I actually feel pretty strong right now.”
    “That Carl guy from the meeting?” Jake wanted to know. “Is he someone special to you?”
    “No.” Carl had made that perfectly clear. He had low expectations, and apparently Jordan fit that bill perfectly. “He’s a friend, that’s all.”
    “So there’s nothing stopping you from getting to know me better.” He smiled, revealing the dimples. Those darn dimples.
    “Jake...” She’d come here with a list of reasons why seeing him further would be a bad idea. He’d managed to dispel every single one of them.
    He held up a hand. “Give me a chance, that’s all. I’m in town for three months. I’d like to know you better. Since you’re here, you must be at least a little curious about me,” he said. “If nothing else, I want you to see what I do. Come by the set some time,” he urged. “This movie is going to be great.”
    Jordan hesitated. “My friend’s husband would love that.”
    “He would, huh?” Jake laughed. “You’re a tough one. Fine. I’ll leave your name with the set manager, along with two guests, so your friends can get in. But Jordan?”
    “What?”
    “I expect you to show up, too.”

Chapter 6
     
    “The kid’s family hired a lawyer. The Mexican Foreign Relations Department is involved. It’s a mess. A fucking mess. What do you have to say for yourself, Foley?”
    Agent Lance Foley looked at the ground, then lifted his head to meet his superior’s gaze. “It was self-defense. I saw something shiny. The kid had a...”
    Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw her, and that was all it took to disrupt his concentration for half a second. “Gun.” He finished the line, but it didn’t matter. They’d need another take.
    “Cut!” Reece yelled, bolting from his chair and walking toward Jake and the actor playing his superior. “What the hell is with the pause, Jake? Did you have to think about it? Because it’s in the damn script!”
    Shit. Greg had warned Jake about Reece’s wrath, but so far in a week of shooting, he hadn’t been on the receiving end of it. Until now. “Sorry, Reece. I made the mistake of turning my head, and the sun got in my eye.” It was a lame excuse, but Jake figured it was better than telling his director that he got distracted because the most incredible woman he’d ever known chose that exact moment to walk onto a closed set.
    Jake made good on his promise to leave Jordan’s name with their set manager, in case she and her friends wanted to come watch a shoot, but after four days, he’d begun to think she wouldn’t show up. Then, suddenly, she was there, and in spite of all his preparation for this crucial scene, Jake flubbed his lines. “Messed me up for a second, but I got it now,” he promised his director.
    Reece nodded, seemingly satisfied that the sun caused the problem. “Let’s shift the angle a little bit, see if we can cut out some of the glare.” He looked at Jake. “I like what you did with the glance at the ground before you delivered the line. Good choice there. Let’s just remember the line this time, okay?”
    Had Reece White just complimented him? It sure sounded like it. He flubbed his line, and got praise from the director. Still, he knew if he didn’t nail the scene the next time, Reece wouldn’t be praising any of Jake’s acting choices. “I know the line,” he said. “I won’t mess it up again.”
    ***
    “Yep, he’s totally got it bad for you,” Beth teased as they found a place to sit among others watching the movie being filmed.
    Jordan glared at her through sunglasses. “What makes you say that?”
    “You made him mess up his scene.”
    Sure enough, as they’d entered the restricted viewing area of the set, Jake had glanced in her direction. Not two seconds later, the young guy that Jordan figured must be the movie’s hotshot director rushed over, halting the scene. “It wasn’t me. The

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