Trevor POVA chuckle rumbles around in my chest as I shake my head. The scene from early is still fresh in my mind, along with Tiffany’s adorable and confused face. She still doesn’t understand what the director was hinting at. I shake my head, and my lips curve upward while my hands dive into the soapy water, hunting for more dirty dishes to wash. Tiffany is too precious for her own good. Ring…ring…ring…I glance over at the counter and my phone. The director’s name flashes across the screen. What does he want? I quickly wipe my hands off and then swipe to accept the call, putting it on speaker. “Hello. Is there something I forgot to do? Or are there changes to tomorrow’s schedule or script?”“No. I wanted to call you on a more personal matter.”My eyebrow rises. “Personal? What would you need to know about that is personal?”“Uhm…”I wipe both of my hands off and step away from the sink. “It can’t be too personal. We have a professional relationship, but you don’t ev

Trevor POVI step out of the studio to relax and clear my mind, but my mind instantly goes back to Tiffany’s cute, confused look a few days ago. Her dark eyebrows had knotted together while she had stared at the makeup artist. She had an innocent look, but I’m still debating whether she is truly innocent or just acting. I wouldn’t put it past her to be acting, though. Ever since the director found out about Tiffany and me, I’ve been paying closer attention to the staff and their actions. I’m finding out some interesting things. “TREVOR!!!”My blood instantly runs cold and my stomach sinks. No. I thought Jane is keeping her away from me and the set. I quickly look around the area, hoping Jane is somewhere, but to my horror, she isn’t anywhere to be found. No. I spin around on my heels and silently pray I can get back into the studio and somehow disappear before the crazy witch can catch me. “TREVOR!!”Shit! I don’t think of anything else and dart back inside the studio, bu

Trevor POVI lug the last suitcase into the extravagant apartment. Kyle walks past me, carrying another one of my bags. “You can stay here for as long as you want or need. This is one of my extra places when I’m working on this side of town, but right now, I prefer to go home to my main place.” A playful smirk dances across his face as a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes. I know exactly why he wants to go to his main house, and it has nothing to do with where he is working. The cute little kitten with a feisty personality is what draws him back there every day, kind of like me with Tiffany now. I let out a snort and shake my head while I drag my bag through the living room towards the spare room. “I’m not going to use the master bedroom. I know you said I can, but I won’t. This isn’t my place, so I’ll stay in the guess room.” He shrugs his shoulders and bounces behind me. “Okay. I just wanted to let you know you can use the entire apartment. Nothing is off limits fo

Tiffany POVIt has been a couple of weeks, but Trevor is still jumpy. Jane and the director have done a good job of keeping unwanted visitors out of the studio and off the set. But it still hasn’t helped when people scream instructions or directions. I’ve lost count of the number of times Trevor has jolted and stiffened while his eyes dart back and forth looking for the one person who has caused this entire nightmare. I don’t even want to say her name anymore.The director calls out in a soft voice, “Trevor, it is time.”I glance beside me. A flicker of panic washes across his face before a calmness settles in. My heart aches. Why did the stupid witch have to cause him so many problems? I bite my lower lip, fighting back the urge to wrap my arm around him. Many times, recently, when I see fear in his eyes, I don’t care who is looking, and I comfort him, no matter what it takes. The director turns towards me. “Tiffany, you aren’t in this scene, but get ready. You will be in

Tiffany POVAn uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as I pull up to the studio. We have only a few more weeks of filming and then the drama will be done. Trevor has been talking with Dr. Heartland several times each week these past couple of weeks, and his jumpiness has calmed down. But he still isn’t back to his normal self, which makes my heart ache. Will he ever be able to get back to his normal self? The security is tighter at the studio now, and at any locations we might go to. No matter the number of big, burly men standing guard, I can’t shake this feeling the witch hasn’t given up yet. I hope I’m wrong, but I think I’m starting to be just as paranoid as Trevor is.Jane pats my arm. “Tiffany, is there something on your mind? You seem to be lost in thought.”I shake my head. “Not really. I was wondering how long Trevor is going to have to talk with the doctor. He is getting better.”She nods. “Yes, he is, but he isn’t back to his old self. It might take