Eight
“Your husband was here.”
Grace skidded to a stop, breathless from running across the parking lot, her arms full with bags. She had barely walked in the door of the studio where Housewife Secrets was filmed when Shelby Wright, the show’s head of wardrobe, blurted out those four words.
She turned toward the redhead. It felt like déjà vu. “Say again?”
“You heard me,” Shelby said with a grin, tossing a blouse to her shoulder, “Your husband Jack. He just left a few minutes ago. I told him you would be back in a jiffy but he said he couldn’t hang out for long.”
Grace walked over to the table to put down the bags. “Wait. My…Jack? Was here?”
“Holy cow, it’s like you’re suffering from amnesia!” Shelby exclaimed. “And I don’t know how you possibly could be suffering with a man like that as your husband.” She squeezed a stunned Grace on the forearm, stopping to chew her bubblegum. “You didn’t tell me you were married to a McHottie.”
Just then, April came out from the set, heels clicking, taking her Bluetooth from her ear. “Grace! Jack was just here.”
“See, I told you,” Shelby smacking her gum.
“I heard…why?” Grace said.
April took a glance at the bags of sandwiches on the table. “Did you get me my tuna with brussels sprouts, extra mayo, and pickle? They always put extra brussels sprouts and no mayo—”
Grace firmly took April’s arm and whipped her away from the food. “April. Focus.”
April giggled, squeezing Grace’s hand. “Got it. Well, he came to see you.”
Shelby caught up to walk with them. “But security wouldn’t let him through because you weren’t here. But April told them she knew him! So he came to the studio and we showed him around.”
“Gabrielle came out,” April added, talking about the show’s youngest, blonde actress. “She almost broke an ankle trying to meet him. When I told her Jack was your husband, I swear I saw a shade of green envy I didn’t even know existed in the human face!”
Shelby laughed. “We set him up to watch some of the filming—”
“And they were doing the scene where the repairman grabs Mrs. Gardner for a kiss….” April interjected.
“That’s when Jack told the director it would look better if the repair man grabbed her like this instead,” Shelby finished.
April squealed as they walked on. “And the director actually let Jack show him what he meant! So your husband goes over to Mrs. Gardner, stops, grabs her waist, and yanks her against his chest like some kind of knight in shining armor!”
Grace listened, her mouth agape, as her friends sighed in awe.
Shelby nodded emphatically. “And Mrs. Gardner wanted to replace the repairman actor with Jack—”
“Gabrielle looked she was about to faint on the spot,” said April.
“And the director totally took Jack’s advice!”
They came to a stop near the show’s hair and makeup area. Grace gave a disbelieving laugh. “I’m sorry I missed it.”
“I wish you could’ve been here before he left. He looked pretty disappointed he missed you ,” Shelby said. She sighed dramatically. “You are so lucky, Grace.” She giggled and turned back to the set when she heard her name called.
April affixed her Bluetooth back on her ear. “Seriously. Something’s going on you haven’t told me about. You have to explain when we’re in San Francisco.” She started walking backward, heading back to her seat on set. “Details, details!” she called before turning with a smile.
Grace laughed softly with a nod, still reeling from the story about Jack showing up on set and giving the director advice on how a man handles a woman. She’d almost forgotten about her four-day trip to San Francisco next week for an off-location shoot. She groaned internally, wishing she could back out. With a sigh, she turned toward her counter to pick up some of her tools and get back to work. She smiled when she noticed the message in the corner of
“Your husband was here.”
Grace skidded to a stop, breathless from running across the parking lot, her arms full with bags. She had barely walked in the door of the studio where Housewife Secrets was filmed when Shelby Wright, the show’s head of wardrobe, blurted out those four words.
She turned toward the redhead. It felt like déjà vu. “Say again?”
“You heard me,” Shelby said with a grin, tossing a blouse to her shoulder, “Your husband Jack. He just left a few minutes ago. I told him you would be back in a jiffy but he said he couldn’t hang out for long.”
Grace walked over to the table to put down the bags. “Wait. My…Jack? Was here?”
“Holy cow, it’s like you’re suffering from amnesia!” Shelby exclaimed. “And I don’t know how you possibly could be suffering with a man like that as your husband.” She squeezed a stunned Grace on the forearm, stopping to chew her bubblegum. “You didn’t tell me you were married to a McHottie.”
Just then, April came out from the set, heels clicking, taking her Bluetooth from her ear. “Grace! Jack was just here.”
“See, I told you,” Shelby smacking her gum.
“I heard…why?” Grace said.
April took a glance at the bags of sandwiches on the table. “Did you get me my tuna with brussels sprouts, extra mayo, and pickle? They always put extra brussels sprouts and no mayo—”
Grace firmly took April’s arm and whipped her away from the food. “April. Focus.”
April giggled, squeezing Grace’s hand. “Got it. Well, he came to see you.”
Shelby caught up to walk with them. “But security wouldn’t let him through because you weren’t here. But April told them she knew him! So he came to the studio and we showed him around.”
“Gabrielle came out,” April added, talking about the show’s youngest, blonde actress. “She almost broke an ankle trying to meet him. When I told her Jack was your husband, I swear I saw a shade of green envy I didn’t even know existed in the human face!”
Shelby laughed. “We set him up to watch some of the filming—”
“And they were doing the scene where the repairman grabs Mrs. Gardner for a kiss….” April interjected.
“That’s when Jack told the director it would look better if the repair man grabbed her like this instead,” Shelby finished.
April squealed as they walked on. “And the director actually let Jack show him what he meant! So your husband goes over to Mrs. Gardner, stops, grabs her waist, and yanks her against his chest like some kind of knight in shining armor!”
Grace listened, her mouth agape, as her friends sighed in awe.
Shelby nodded emphatically. “And Mrs. Gardner wanted to replace the repairman actor with Jack—”
“Gabrielle looked she was about to faint on the spot,” said April.
“And the director totally took Jack’s advice!”
They came to a stop near the show’s hair and makeup area. Grace gave a disbelieving laugh. “I’m sorry I missed it.”
“I wish you could’ve been here before he left. He looked pretty disappointed he missed you ,” Shelby said. She sighed dramatically. “You are so lucky, Grace.” She giggled and turned back to the set when she heard her name called.
April affixed her Bluetooth back on her ear. “Seriously. Something’s going on you haven’t told me about. You have to explain when we’re in San Francisco.” She started walking backward, heading back to her seat on set. “Details, details!” she called before turning with a smile.
Grace laughed softly with a nod, still reeling from the story about Jack showing up on set and giving the director advice on how a man handles a woman. She’d almost forgotten about her four-day trip to San Francisco next week for an off-location shoot. She groaned internally, wishing she could back out. With a sigh, she turned toward her counter to pick up some of her tools and get back to work. She smiled when she noticed the message in the corner of
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