Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“That’s okay. I can pick up dinner. Maybe I’ll go to Guidry’s.” She wanted to hang around the town, soak it in. If Harry and Sera were any indication, no one would bother her. She might even be able to blend in.
Maybe she would get to feel normal for half a second.
“Be careful out there.” Harry put a hand on Luc’s shoulder. “Come on, son. Let’s go find Momma and Ella.”
Luc gave her a heart-stoppingly sweet smile. “Bye, Brynn. See you tomorrow. Momma’s making pancakes.”
She’d had breakfast with the family this morning because she was their only guest for a couple of days. The production crew had bought the place out for three months. She’d sat down in the dining room all alone and thought about taking the food back to her room, when Seraphina asked if she wouldn’t mind eating in the family kitchen since it would be easier for her to serve there.
“I’ll be there, buddy.” She’d loved it, loved the camaraderie and the way Harry and Sera worked together to take care of their kiddos. She’d enjoyed hanging with Luc and watching baby Ella laugh.
Breakfast at home usually consisted of making sure she didn’t get a single extra gram of fat while her mom was on the phone with her agent or one of her other clients or whoever had gained her ire overnight and her sister prepared for yet another audition.
All in all, she liked pancakes and baby spit-up and a big German shepherd who waited patiently for one of the kids to drop food.
She waved good-bye, picked up her pup, and then headed into one of the three cozy cabins located around the grounds of the gorgeous B and B. She and Duke were in the one closest to the water, and she’d gone to sleep the last couple of nights to the sounds of the bayou. The noises of the bayou were for the most part charming and lulling. They only once made her wake up in fear that there was some kind of wolf outside her door. But that was crazy. It had probably been a dog. Maybe Shep liked to howl at the moon.
She gathered up what she needed and headed for Harry’s truck. Brynn had been thrilled when he’d offered her his truck for the day. The car she was owed by contract wouldn’t be delivered until the actual film production started, though honestly, her mother and Ally would likely drive her to the set each day and then use the car as their own.
Freedom. That was what that banged-up Ford represented. She had a few weeks of freedom before the production team landed and she had to be Bria Knight again. For now, she could be Brynn.
She settled Duke into his safety seat, got into the truck, her lunch and sketchpad tucked away in the backpack Harry had given her, and started down the road.
It wasn’t their first adventure. Since she’d gotten Duke as a puppy four years ago, he’d been her constant companion. He’d traveled with her to Europe when the show filmed there. She remembered a time when she hadn’t had a dog and she’d been lonely on set. Duke had changed that and she viewed being able to have him with her as a new stage in her life, a better stage.
Now she was on the cusp of another change. This new project was supposed to catapult her past her childhood stardom and into full-fledged adult movie star.
The trouble was, she wasn’t sure she wanted it.
Brynn took a deep breath and turned where Harry had told her to. The truth of the matter was she didn’t have much of a choice. This had been her path for a very long time, and her family depended on her. Unless she found a way to make her paintings sell for what she made per movie, she was out of luck.
Her cell trilled and Brynn barely bit back a groan as she pulled over to the side of the dirt road. Harry had suggested parking here and hiking the rest of the way. This had to be the place since there was already a big SUV parked on the other side. It was black and white with police lights on top. Emblazoned on the side were the words Papillon Parish Sheriff. She hoped there wasn’t trouble.
She glanced down and realized she couldn’t avoid this call. If she did, the person on the other end of the line would call the governor of Louisiana and send in the guard to find her. So she answered. “Hey, Mom.”
“Did you look at the scripts I sent you?” Her mother rarely wasted time.
“Not yet.” She unclipped Duke from the safety harness, exchanging it for his leash. He was a wanderer, and that could be dangerous here. He wasn’t used to the terrain, and apparently there were gators who would think her sweet baby was a light snack.