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made my way up for rehearsal.
    “Yes, and contract then rise slowly, pushing your hips out. Nice!” Isabella’s enthusiasm was effervescent. “And the pirouettes!”
    I looked over at Ashlee. She was standing on the table with the other girls, her body spinning quickly. She came out of the move and stepped back so Trudy (aka Violet) could take center stage again. The song came to a sizzling finish and a swift cheer rose from the dancers.
    The girls stood, puffing and elated, on the table. They looked smoking hot, even in their sweats. That song, in full costume, was going to be amazing.
    “You girls think you can do it for Travis and Con?”
    They nodded. “Let us run through it one more time.” Ashlee raised her finger, and they jumped down from the table to reset.
    I dropped my bag and leaned against the wall next to Quinn.
    “Hey, man. What’s this dance for?”
    “The next episode.”
    “I thought we were working on the big final number today.”
    “We’re supposed to be. Isabella got distracted.”
    “She’s gonna get in trouble,” I sing-songed and we both chuckled.
    “Lady Marmalade” cut off our laughter, and I studied the girls as they shimmied through the number again. It was a really good dance; everybody felt it.
    I loved that buzz running through all of us as we got excited about future scenes. The song ended and we all clapped again, Quinn whooping extra loudly.
    “You’re happy.” I grinned.
    “Yeah, well, if you read the script for next week, I get to make out with that hot young thing in the next scene.”
    I shook my head. When fiction became reality. I knew Quinn liked Trudy. Lucky for them their characters were into each other, too. I glanced at Ashlee, struggling to imagine feeling that way about her. She was cute and pretty, plus a real sweetheart. It wasn’t hard for Harley to be in love with her, but she definitely wasn’t my type.
    A firm throat-clearing grabbed everyone’s attention, and we looked over at Travis McKinnon as he stepped into the room. Conway stood beside him and Lisa hovered behind. The girl who I was pretty sure was exactly my type slipped into the room and leaned against the wall. She had her clipboard at the ready and was lightly tapping her pen on the wood.
    “Okay, show me.” Travis nodded at Isabella.
    A hush of anticipation spread across the room as the girls took their positions.
    “Now, it’s still a little rough.” Isabella raised her hands at the men. “We’ll obviously shine it up, but this will give you an idea of what I have in mind.”
    They both nodded, their eyes narrowing critically as the opening clicks of the song echoed through the room.
    Having seen the dance twice, I actually kept my eyes on Travis, Con, and—I couldn’t help myself—Morgan. The edge of her lip kept rising into that lopsided smirk. Her eyes were glued to the dancers; I could feel the energy flowing out of her as if her body wanted to move with them.
    I turned back to the girls and pictured Morgan up there. The image was so damn sexy my groin started twitching. I stood up straight and crossed my arms, deciding it was best not to look over at the tall blonde again.
    The girls clustered together for their end position as the song finished, and once again a roar went up. We obviously weren’t sick of seeing it yet. All eyes turned to Travis and Con. The director was grinning, his head bobbing with approval. Travis remained staunch for a few agonizing beats before finally giving a stiff nod.
    “I like it. Sexy as hell. It’ll be perfect for that scene. Lisa, can we get the rights?”
    “I’m working on it.”
    “Good job.” He nodded at Isabella.
    “Actually, it wasn’t just me.” She pointed toward Morgan with a smile.
    The showrunner’s face turned hard as he looked over at his new gofer. “Her?”
    “Yes, sir. She had some really great ideas. She was actually the one who suggested the song.”
    I could see what Isabella was trying to do. Travis had