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It was as if they belonged together
Tanya watched for a brief moment, unnoticed by man or child, as Jack knelt, his head close to her daughter’s. This was the sort of snapshot she’d once pictured for her family album. Of all the things she wanted to give Annie, a complete family with a loving father was the one thing that had eluded her.
Jack might not be Annie’s father, but at this moment he certainly looked the part. An expression of solicitude transformed the intimidating, powerful man into a knight-errant whose strength lay in his gentleness.
The boy who had taught her everything about love had grown into a man who embodied every woman’s fantasy.
He was a man who had once known her—both her body and her mind—better than anyone.
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Dear Reader,
I love stories about going home again—reconnecting with the past, repairing old hurts and rediscovering forgotten joys. I clip stories from newspapers about long-lost lovers who find each other again, and I tear up when I read about these reunions.
So it was a great pleasure for me to write Tanya and Jack’s story. Crested Butte, a place with a magic all its own, seemed the perfect place to bring together a former Hollywood actress and the guy she left behind. Of course, Tanya and Jack each have obstacles to surmount on the way to true love. I hope you’ll enjoy their story.
I love to hear from readers. You can e-mail me at [email protected] or write to me in care of Harlequin Enterprises Ltd, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, M3B 3K9, Canada. Online, find me at www.CindiMyers.com or at www.myspace.com/CindiMyers.
Happy reading,
Cindi Myers
The Daddy Audition
Cindi Myers
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cindi Myers’s one attempt at acting ended with her being sent to help paint scenery. Now she prefers to enjoy watching others perform. An avid skier, reader, knitter and cook, she lives in the mountains of Colorado with her husband and spoiled dogs.
To all the volunteers who give their talent
to community theater groups
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter One
“Places, everyone. We need to run through this scene one more time.”
Ignoring the groans of her fellow cast members, Tanya Bledso stood downstage and waited for everyone to resume their positions. Dust motes danced in the beam from the single spotlight, and up close the floorboards were badly scuffed and worn—a far cry from the Hollywood soundstages she’d called home for ten years. If some of her former colleagues could see her now they’d either cringe or laugh, but she tried not to think of that. She’d come home to Crested Butte, Colorado, to make a fresh start, and if that meant shepherding a bunch of locals through an amateur production, so be it. At least she was still doing what she loved, if not on the scale she’d once aspired to.
“Is this how they do things in Hollywood?” her best friend, Angela Krizova, asked as she draped her ample figure across a chaise longue and picked up a fan to waft in front of her face. “Work you till you drop?”
“There’s no such thing as a short day on the set,” Tanya said. “Actors work hard.”
“Yeah, but those guys are getting paid.” The male lead in the production, town councilman Oscar Renfield, struck a pose at center stage. “We’re all volunteer amateurs.”
“You can’t get much more amateur than your performance, Oscar,” the man in charge of lighting, Bill Freeman, called from the shadows.
Oscar waited for the laughter to die. “Yeah, well, we’re all second-string compared to Tanya,” he said with a genial smile at their director.
Tanya joined Oscar at center stage. Everyone had been so kind since her return, pretending she’d been a big star, though she had only a few commercials and four years on a soap opera to show for her so-called career. It was only through luck—aided, she suspected, by a few called-in favors to her parents—that she’d landed this position as director of the Crested Butte Center for the Arts and the Mountain Theatre, which made it all the more important that she do a good job here. “Come on, everyone,” she said. “One more time and that’s it. I promise.”
With only minor grumbling, the rest of the company shuffled into place. Tanya checked her script for Angela’s line. “How do I know I can trust you, Steve?” Angela said. “It didn’t work out for us the last time.”
The rear door of the theater slammed against the back wall and a man stood behind a large scrim. “Where do you want this?” he asked, his voice booming in the empty darkness. Not waiting for an answer, he maneuvered the scrim, which depicted the exterior of an oldtimey saloon, up the aisle. He stopped at the foot of the stage and leaned into the opening for the saloon’s swinging doors. “I’ve got three more of these in the truck, and I need to know where to put them.”
At the first sound of his voice, Tanya thought her ears were playing tricks on her, but when the stage
