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“Good for you. And you can make more money—if the series makes it past a season.”
“Well, Levi backpedaled when he found out I was a female—and my age.”
“Typical Hollywood,” she said as they sat.
“I wrote a treatment for what I envision for the first season and developed characters. They bought the pilot episode I submitted, and I went to LA this week to meet with Levi. They’re currently lining up actors for the pilot.”
“Wow! If this were only a year ago, I would be schmoozing you up, begging to be part of your writing team. But I do not miss LA.”
“I’m glad I won’t need to relocate there.”
“Why not?”
“The cost of living. The pace and lifestyle.”
“I get that. I mean, don’t youneedto be out there?”
“The writing team can consult over video chat, and I can fly out and spend a few weeks when needed.”
“Who told you that?” The edge in Cecilia’s tone made the hair on Graham’s arms stand up despite the August heat.
“Ian said a lot of writers have left LA, and Levi agreed it wouldn’t be a problem.”
“That may be the case with established writers who already have connections. I might be somewhat jaded, and you can certainly collaborate online without being in the same room. However, Hollywood is all about who you know. If you’re not in their face, pitching ideas, someone else is. You might write the first few episodes, then suddenly, someone is taking your series idea in a whole other direction. You could end up cut out of the series you created. I don’t mean to be a downer, but watch your back and take everything they say with a tablespoon of salt.”
“Thanks for the warning. How are things with you and Nate?”
Graham noted the warble in Erin’s voice and how she quickly shifted the focus, but the warning had already pinged his radar.
“Unbelievably great. We’re hoping with this new season ofSay Yes to the Rose, the paparazzi’s focus will shift off us. Nate was one of the builders selected for the Showcase of Homes in the Atlanta area. The interior designer I worked with to stage Nate’s entry offered me a position as her assistant, so I’m learning the business. I love the creative aspect.”
“I’m glad you’re doing well.”
“It was an unorthodox journey, but I’ve never been happier or more fulfilled. And you’re doing well?”
“Same.” When Erin cut her gaze at him, he smiled and put his hand over hers.
“Tell me about hanging out with a Green Beret team,” Cecilia said.
“It was informative and a lot of fun. I got to use some of the gear and fire weapons. Though I did not get to ride in a Black Hawk—yet.”
“I did get you in a simulator,” Graham interjected. “And after that, you’re not flying a real one.”
Erin laughed. “I just want a ride, not to fly one. Icrashedin the simulator. Again and again,” she explained to Cecilia. “I did better shooting an M-4 in real life than in video games.”
“But I wouldn’t give her a weapon with real ammo,” Atkinson said from the row behind them.
“Nate had a blast doing some of that stuff that another buddy and John set up for his bachelor party.” Cecilia waved to someone behind her. “They’re here.”
Graham turned to see the groomsmen and Bryson staging for their entrance.
The music that had been playing softly in the background changed. An Army chaplain came down the aisle and turned to face the guests. After the other family members were seated, John took his place with the same confidence he projected in every mission he undertook.
Graham deduced the other groomsman was John’s father based on his age and the similarities in their appearance. He hoped the bridesmaid with toned arms was the police officer as the petite blonde bridesmaid wouldn’t stand a chance against one of his operators.
“I can’t wait to see John’s face when he sees Elizabeth in her dress.” Cecilia snuck a look over her shoulder and then focused on Bryson.
“Have you seen it?” Erin asked.
