Kyra quickly checked Nikki’s face, but although her expression had been both guarded and strained since she’d gotten back from Miami, she didn’t appear to be joking. “I’m pretty sure we’re not with the network anymore. We quit. On camera.” Kyra didn’t look at Avery’s face as she said this. It was during their heated showdown with Lisa Hogan that Deirdre had died. “I don’t think they’re going to just hand over a copy of season two. I can’t even get the new program head to return my calls.” She’d put Dustin to bed and then joined the others out around the pool to watch the sunset. They’d fallen silent when she arrived, but she’d assumed it was because they were dishing about the details of her mother’s “unbelievably fabulous” weekend with Will. Unlike Nikki, who’d been inexplicably tense and preoccupied, her mother had been grinning like a goon since they’d gotten back from Miami. Kyra definitely didn’t want to picture her mother in bed with William Hightower or anyone else—there were some places a daughter’s mind should not be forced to go—but it wasn’t as if she was a child or anything.
