Meredith Moore is the perfect continuity girl. An on-set script supervisor, she is the error catcher, the one who makes sure every take matches seamlessly with the one that came before it. But when Meredith wakes up on her 35th birthday with a sudden acute yearning for a baby, her personal sense ...
“Excuse me, boys,” he says to Larry and the editor—a Dane called Henrik whom they’ve flown in just for the job. The three of them are squeezed onto a single low leather sofa in a dark, windowless room, which, Nick is increasingly aware, smells of microwaved ham. For the past three hours they’ve b...