CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Professional. Be professional.
The mantra helped Chaney survive tonight’s taping but barely. Drake’s island paradise made being professional difficult, and so did he.
The setting sun dropped lower into the horizon, painting the sky with a beautiful palette of reds, pinks, and yellows—the perfect background for the wraparound shot and for...romance.
No.
Romance wasn’t in the script. It couldn’t be part of the shooting schedule.
Or her life.
We can’t forget, I’ll be your boss again.
Mustn’t forget that.
And she hadn’t.
But the way Drake had stared at her on the beach hadn’t been boss-like. His appreciative gaze had unnerved her, making her more self-conscious than usual wearing a swimsuit, especially after the pints of ice cream she’d been gorging on lately. Standin
