IT HAD TO BE YOU
“You’re nervous about the camera.”
“Oh, you’re a video virgin?” Natasha straightened, hope gleaming in her eyes.
Mackenzie flopped back in her chair. Humiliation thrummed through her.
How had she gotten into this? She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Something like that.”
Deborah leaned across the table.
“I know exactly how you feel. Natasha can guide you through it, or we could get Hammer, or Quenton to help you relax… or Hammer and Quenton, if you prefer it that way…”