“By her body clock it was only late afternoon. Jacob Wolff had been trying to get rid of her. She brushed her teeth and changed into a silky nightie before climbing into bed and surfing the satellite channels. Two of them were showing her own movies. Flipping past them rapidly, she made a face. Watching herself onscreen was torture. Nothing amid the vast and varied programming schedule seized her attention. And she didn’t really have the patience to settle in for a movie. She’d read ...the new script a dozen times already. And she had all of next week to prepare. After a long call to her mother, she was still wide awake. Digging into her suitcase, she found her athletic sneakers and a pair of warm socks. Stripping off the sheer nightgown, she changed into her earlier jeans and top and added the shoes. French doors on one side of her bedroom opened out onto a ground level patio.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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