Chapter 8 #3
Cailín did partake, sitting at the island with Major and Tabitha. Since everyone else had gone to bed, they spoke freely of everything that had happened so far. Cailín hung around about an hour before giving Tabitha a hug, Major a fist bump, then headed home.
The next morning, Perry left early to take Florence to the airport instead of sending her off on her own.
She had prepared a small breakfast of muffins and fruit, and once Tabitha and Trista had eaten, they left first. Marilyn met them at the gate with their credentials, and once they parked, they walked across the lot to Trista’s trailer.
An hour after that, things got busy. At least to Tabitha.
When they first met, Trista explained how filming worked, and now Tabitha was seeing it firsthand.
Marilyn hadn’t left Trista’s side since arriving, which gave Tabitha time to drop her bags off in her own trailer.
When she returned to Trista’s, Marilyn was seated at the small dinette with her tablet.
Nodding at Tabitha, she said, “Let’s go over Trista’s schedule.
It’s going to be long hours these next few days. ”
“When aren’t they?” Trista asked. “But I expected that because of the delays. Tell me what we have.”
Marilyn spent the next half hour going over Trista’s schedule, and Tabitha wondered when the actor was supposed to sleep.
Trista, however, took it in stride. The first thing on the agenda was meeting with wardrobe, so the three of them left Trista’s trailer and walked across the lot to what looked like a doublewide parked next to a large tent, which had the flaps down to block out the cold February wind.
The inside of the building was filled with rack after rack of clothing.
After introductions were made, Tabitha sat out of the way and texted with Major while Trista met with an older woman named Suzette and the rest of the wardrobe team.
She’d worked with them before, so they knew Trista’s sizes.
Still, the woman tried on several outfits to ensure they fit properly.
When it came to the clothing she would wear during her fight scene, Trista pulled at the material.
“Is something wrong?” Suzette asked. “These are what Jennika wears.”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine, but you might look into what Tabitha wears when she’s sparring. The material has more give to it.” She pointed to the cargo pants Tabitha wore.
Suzette placed a hand on her chest, smiling at Trista. “You get to do your own stunts?”
“Some of them, yes.”
“How exciting!” The stylist approached Tabitha. “May I?” Tabitha stood so she could examine the fabric closely. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Where did you get these?”
“A friend of the family designed them,” Tabitha admitted.
McKayla, Desi Rothchild’s sister, designed some of the clothes for both Cyanide Sweetness and Jupiter Madness.
The material was breathable and stretchy, which the guys needed while jumping around on stage.
Tabitha needed them to kick ass. “I can put you in touch with her, and she can tell you where she gets the material.”
“It’s too late to get them for this film, but I’d love to source this for next time.”
Once Suzette found Trista suitable fight-scene pants, they were off to a different area.
As they walked, Marilyn dug into her bag and produced a pair of gloves for Trista.
She thanked her assistant while nodding at certain workers and speaking to others.
They were headed to meet with the director, and Tabitha was thankful since Craig would be there, and she’d get to put eyes on Major.
Working closely was as nice as it was frustrating.
More than once, she wished she’d been truthful with him when they first met. If she had, they would be fully mated.
Told you.
Shush. Nobody likes a know-it-all.
Kind of like you and all your— Ooh, Major’s close.
It didn’t take long for Tabitha to find her mate in the crowd since he was taller than most everyone.
His stormy blue eyes met hers, and Tabitha’s heart stuttered.
Something was wrong, and Major was telegraphing his displeasure for all to see.
Craig was chatting with a woman who was also carrying a tablet, so Tabitha figured she was his assistant, Sarah.
When the two groups converged, Craig stood taller.
“Craven has some changes to the script he wants to go over.”
“What changes?” Marilyn swiped her tablet, staring at the screen as though it held the secrets to the universe.
“You’ll see. Let’s go.” Craig pushed his way into a large tent with Sarah following. She was kind enough to hold the flap for the next person.
“You okay?” Tabitha whispered low enough that no one else would hear.
“I think I figured out who Craig is supposed to keep in line. Daniel said he had some errands to run and would arrive later. If he’s looking for the stash, he won’t find it.”
“How did you manage that?”
Someone cleared their throat, and Tabitha turned toward the sound. A man several inches shorter than her stood eyeing her up and down. Major took a step toward the stranger, whose eyes bugged out of his head.
Trista sidled up to him. “Craven, this is Tabitha Stone and Major Lazlo of Steele Securities.”
“Ah, yes. The bodyguards. We are sorely behind schedule, so please do your jobs and do them well. We cannot afford any further delays. Speaking of delays, we have made changes and cut several scenes we feel won’t take away from the narrative. Come with me. We need to go over the new script.”
Marilyn stopped after a few feet, her eyes glued to her tablet. “Oh, hell no.”