because
he hadn’t wanted to be seen with her. He hadn’t wanted to introduce a
purple-haired girl to the other cowboys.
She told herself it didn’t matter. And it didn’t. After the
beauty he’d shown her today, Grace could forgive him such a small, human
failing.
And anyway, she was tough. Just as he’d said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
G RACE WAS BACK IN THE THICK of L.A.
That’s what it felt like anyway, all these people rushing
through the hotel with expressions that made clear they were important. Really
important. Certainly more important than anyone who actually lived in Jackson
Hole.
“You doing all right?” Eve asked.
“I’m great.”
“I know this is a lot for a first day.”
“I’ve worked on a lot of movie sets. I’m used to it.”
Eve let out a deep breath. “Good. Because I’m not. I’m really
glad you’re here. I didn’t expect to have this whole mess dumped in my lap. The
guy who worked with the studios on Jackson location scouting disappeared two
weeks ago. Apparently he left behind a mess of screwed-up paperwork and some
unhappy leasers. Nobody told me about that part of it when I agreed to take this
on. I thought I was just going to take care of a few details.”
Eve ran a hand across the back of her neck and grimaced. “I’ve
only done a little scouting before,” she murmured. “But, okay. Here’s the deal.
One of the locations has fallen through. This was supposed to be the final recon
on sites they’d already contracted, but now… Jesus. The director is here and
everyone is totally freaked out.”
“Who’s the director?”
“Madeline Beckingham.”
Grace blinked. Wow. Director, indeed. Beckingham was a
powerful, beautiful woman who’d made her mark by directing fiery, fast-paced
action movies. She was the daughter of Hollywood royalty, and at first, the
brass had treated her like the child of Joseph Beckingham. A woman to be coddled
and amused but not taken too seriously.
Not anymore. Now she was the heir apparent. Now she got
whatever she wanted, and she wanted a lot, if the rumors were true.
“Have you worked with her?” Eve asked.
“No. Never.”
“Well, here’s your chance. I need you to track down the
location coordinator and get the location list I was promised. I’m going to find
the manager and find out exactly what’s going on with each site. None of my
files are up-to-date, and from what I’ve heard, the scout took all his files
with him. They’re going to need new photos, the specs reverified…”
“Got it. I’ll get everything I can from the coordinator.”
Grace had never done anything like this, but she approached it
the way she did anything else. She jumped in and dared the world to screw her
over. Sometimes that didn’t work out very well and the world happily called her
bluff, but she wasn’t sure how else to get through life. She figured if she was
going down, she’d go down swinging.
In this case, it worked out fine. Three hours later when
everyone broke for lunch, Grace could barely catch her breath, but she had a
notebook full of scrawled instructions, copied reports and a head full of
ideas.
“Tell me everything,” Eve said as soon as Grace joined her at a
tiny round table in the restaurant bar.
Grace went through everything while Eve ate her lunch. Finally
Eve stopped her and waved toward the other sandwich. “Eat. This is all beyond my
pay grade, but I think the river site is fine. They’ve got all the photos on it,
and the paperwork has already been filed. I’ll call Carly on the county council
to be sure. The ranch shoot, though… Shit. Uh, sorry. Pardon my language.”
Grace nearly choked on her food. “I think I can handle it.”
“I’m sorry to have thrown you into all this.”
“It’s fine. And they’ll only be here for a week or so, right?
Filming won’t start for a little while?”
“Oh, sure. But you know how that goes. They’re already behind
schedule. Nothing’s going right. I might have to bring
he hadn’t wanted to be seen with her. He hadn’t wanted to introduce a
purple-haired girl to the other cowboys.
She told herself it didn’t matter. And it didn’t. After the
beauty he’d shown her today, Grace could forgive him such a small, human
failing.
And anyway, she was tough. Just as he’d said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
G RACE WAS BACK IN THE THICK of L.A.
That’s what it felt like anyway, all these people rushing
through the hotel with expressions that made clear they were important. Really
important. Certainly more important than anyone who actually lived in Jackson
Hole.
“You doing all right?” Eve asked.
“I’m great.”
“I know this is a lot for a first day.”
“I’ve worked on a lot of movie sets. I’m used to it.”
Eve let out a deep breath. “Good. Because I’m not. I’m really
glad you’re here. I didn’t expect to have this whole mess dumped in my lap. The
guy who worked with the studios on Jackson location scouting disappeared two
weeks ago. Apparently he left behind a mess of screwed-up paperwork and some
unhappy leasers. Nobody told me about that part of it when I agreed to take this
on. I thought I was just going to take care of a few details.”
Eve ran a hand across the back of her neck and grimaced. “I’ve
only done a little scouting before,” she murmured. “But, okay. Here’s the deal.
One of the locations has fallen through. This was supposed to be the final recon
on sites they’d already contracted, but now… Jesus. The director is here and
everyone is totally freaked out.”
“Who’s the director?”
“Madeline Beckingham.”
Grace blinked. Wow. Director, indeed. Beckingham was a
powerful, beautiful woman who’d made her mark by directing fiery, fast-paced
action movies. She was the daughter of Hollywood royalty, and at first, the
brass had treated her like the child of Joseph Beckingham. A woman to be coddled
and amused but not taken too seriously.
Not anymore. Now she was the heir apparent. Now she got
whatever she wanted, and she wanted a lot, if the rumors were true.
“Have you worked with her?” Eve asked.
“No. Never.”
“Well, here’s your chance. I need you to track down the
location coordinator and get the location list I was promised. I’m going to find
the manager and find out exactly what’s going on with each site. None of my
files are up-to-date, and from what I’ve heard, the scout took all his files
with him. They’re going to need new photos, the specs reverified…”
“Got it. I’ll get everything I can from the coordinator.”
Grace had never done anything like this, but she approached it
the way she did anything else. She jumped in and dared the world to screw her
over. Sometimes that didn’t work out very well and the world happily called her
bluff, but she wasn’t sure how else to get through life. She figured if she was
going down, she’d go down swinging.
In this case, it worked out fine. Three hours later when
everyone broke for lunch, Grace could barely catch her breath, but she had a
notebook full of scrawled instructions, copied reports and a head full of
ideas.
“Tell me everything,” Eve said as soon as Grace joined her at a
tiny round table in the restaurant bar.
Grace went through everything while Eve ate her lunch. Finally
Eve stopped her and waved toward the other sandwich. “Eat. This is all beyond my
pay grade, but I think the river site is fine. They’ve got all the photos on it,
and the paperwork has already been filed. I’ll call Carly on the county council
to be sure. The ranch shoot, though… Shit. Uh, sorry. Pardon my language.”
Grace nearly choked on her food. “I think I can handle it.”
“I’m sorry to have thrown you into all this.”
“It’s fine. And they’ll only be here for a week or so, right?
Filming won’t start for a little while?”
“Oh, sure. But you know how that goes. They’re already behind
schedule. Nothing’s going right. I might have to bring
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