She absolutely despised being in front of the camera. That’s one of the reasons she chose to be a writer. Writers were heard, not seen.Think about syndication, Paige reminded herself.She chanted the phrase over and over again as she followed the station manager.“Hair and makeup will meet you in here in just a few minutes,” Chelsea said. “When you’re done in makeup, John will bring you to the kitchen set.”As Chelsea left the room, Torrian swiveled the chair he’d sat in and asked, “So, are we back to being mortal enemies?”His words from dinner had played over and over again in her mind. He’d admitted to being attracted to her, and she was certainly attracted to him. The thought of pursuing anything, even a let’s-just-get-to-know-each-other-better thing with him was more than a little tempting.But the price was too high.To be seen on Torrian’s arm just when she was about to be syndicated would cast doubt on everything she’d worked so hard to attain.“I’ve given some thought to what you suggested over dinner,”
