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same,” I said as the light changed. “That’s the only thing that gets me through—on Tuesdays and every other day of the week.”
    â€œI know you have to work, honey, but when things slow down, call me and give me all the news about Benita’s new job, okay? I can hardly wait to hear, especially now that Brock Benson is part of your cast.”
    I shoved the feelings of panic aside as I realized Benita would be spending one-on-one time with Brock Benson. The very idea terrified me. Still, he seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders. Surely he could deal with a beautiful flirt like my younger sister. I hoped.
    I ended the call with Mama, my mind now reeling. Thank goodness Benita was waiting on me when I arrived at the studio. I ushered her into Rex’s office, and after just ten minutes of chitchat, she’d landed herself the job. So much for thinking the network execs would have to weigh in on the idea. Rex made the decision as if he’d known all along he would.
    As we left his office, he leaned over and patted me on the shoulder. “I like her a lot, Tia. Never would’ve guessed you two are sisters, though. You’re very . . . different.” The creases between his brows deepened.
    â€œUm, yes.”
    And not just physically.
    Just as quickly, the tension seemed to lift from his face. “Still, I see something in her. And her portfolio is wonderful. She’s got quite an eye for color.”
    And other things. I paused and drew in a breath. Stop it, Tia. Give your sister a chance.
    â€œHave someone take her over to meet with Nora. They’ll have a few days together before Nora has to leave. Benita can learn the ropes.”
    â€œGreat idea.”
    By the time I’d absorbed his words, Benita was ten paces ahead of me in the hallway. She reached the set, then turned back to face me, her eyes shimmering with tears.
    â€œOh, Tia, it’s wonderful. To think I’ll be putting the finishing touches on some of Hollywood’s hottest—” Her words hung in midair as Brock Benson entered the room. “Oh, mama mia,” she said at last. “It’s that all-American boy next door. In the flesh.” She pulled out a compact and checked her appearance. Turning my way, she whispered, “How do I look?”
    â€œGreat. As always.”
    â€œThanks.” She snapped the compact closed and smacked her lips together. “Let’s get this show on the road, sis.” She giggled at her own words. “Show on the road. Ha!”
    â€œYeah, we get that a lot around here.”
    â€œIntroduce me to the cast and crew, okay? And play it up like I’m used to working with stars. I’ve spent time with a few at the salon, you know.” She lit into a lengthy list of well-known people she’d crossed paths with, but I barely heard any of it. Instead, I found myself focused on Jason, who approached Brock and shook his hand.
    â€œWell, not everyone’s here yet,” I said. “I see Jason and Brock, but none of the others—”
    Just as I spoke the words, the room filled with adults and children alike. Once everyone was in place, I led the way onto the set, Benita on my heels, and clapped my hands to get their attention. My little sister stood at my side nearly humming with excitement. Any minute now I expected her to take off flying around the room.
    The guys—Jason and Brock, in particular—seemed spellbound by Benita. Out of the corner of my eye, I took note of the fact that she was watching them. She used her fingertips to brush loose strands of hair around her face. Whether she realized it or not, Benita always did that when flirting. Looked like she had a few girlish tricks up her sleeve. Hopefully the guys would see through her little game.
    â€œEveryone, this is my sister, Benita Morales.” I held my breath and waited for the menfolk to stop gawking.
    â€œHi, everyone.” She