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chose to ignore it. No matter what his mind thought, there was no way he would get in too deep with Rachel.

Chapter 6
    R achel stood by the window in her uncle’s study and gazed out at the ocean. The sun was going down and she enjoyed watching it. Just like she had enjoyed being on the set the past two weeks.
    Frasier and John were pleased with the tempo of the series. Ethan was working out perfectly as Dr. Perry, and the blossoming on-the-air love affair between the gruff doctor and the resistant Dr. Duncan had pretty much heated up. They had shot a love scene yesterday that had pushed the temperature on the set up as hot as it could get for prime-time programming.
    She could definitely say she was pleased with this assignment and looked forward to going into work each day. The more time she and Ethan spent together duringfilming, the more they talked and bonded as friends. She found him fun to be around, and the two of them would laugh together about some of the actresses’ hot pursuit of him. A few had tried some outlandish things to get his attention. Like the time Jasmine Crowder summoned him to her trailer to help rehang a photo that had fallen off the wall. Instead of going, Ethan had sent one of the cameramen, Omar Minton, in his place. Poor Omar had walked into the trailer to be met by a half-naked Jasmine draped across the sofa.
    That had been just one of many times during the past week that Ethan had had to foil seduction plots. Just the fact that he’d done so impressed Rachel, and she would be the first to admit that she was seeing him not as the superficial playboy she’d originally thought he was but as a focused, hardworking actor. That was another thing they had in common. They believed in professionalism on the job.
    â€œLily said I’d probably find you in here.”
    Rachel turned at the sound of her uncle’s deep voice and smiled. Since she’d been only one year old when her parents had gotten killed, she didn’t have a solid memory of them the way Sofia did. But what she did remember was her aunt and uncle being there for them, raising her and Sofia as their own. Rachel appreciated having been part of a family in which she’d always known she was loved and always been encouraged to use her talents in whatever way she wanted to do.
    She’d learned from her aunt and uncle that her mother was a successful artist, and several of Vivian Wellesley’spaintings were on the walls in this house as well as in a number of art galleries across the country. Vivian had passed down her talent and love of painting; Rachel really enjoyed the time she spent putting color to canvas. She was definitely her mother’s daughter.
    And Sofia was definitely her father’s. She had stepped into the role of the savvy and successful businessman that he’d been. And because Sofia had been the only child for almost nine years, she had been the pride of her parents’ life and definitely the apple of her father’s eye. Sofia had worshipped the ground their father had walked on and was still doing that same thing even though their parents had been dead for twenty-five years. Sofia thought John Wellesley was the most amazing person to have ever lived.
    The man standing before Rachel was John’s identical twin.
    â€œUncle Jacob,” Rachel greeted, crossing the room to give her uncle a hug. She’d seen pictures of the brothers from years past, and to see one was to see the other. That said, she knew if her father had lived he would have matured into a rather handsome man. And at fifty-five, her uncle was definitely that, with a charm and charisma that should be patented. Ethan had told her about the close relationship he had with his niece, and she had fully understood because such a relationship existed between her and her uncle.
    â€œAnd what honor has been bestowed upon me for this visit?” he asked, leaning back and scanning her from head to toe.