Chapter 23
Weapons of Mass Distraction
Megan tried not to look disappointed when Laurie said he wanted his dinner in front of the television. She sighed and served his bowl of chicken risotto on the Marimekko tray Chad and Ellie had given them as a wedding present.
“What are you watching?” she asked, placing the cut-glass salt and pepper shakers on the Scandinavian coffee table.
He didn’t bother to look up. “It’s the new talent show we’re publicising.”
“Why aren’t you watching it live in the studio?” Megan put her dinner on her lap and pushed at it with a fork.
“I was there for the recording today. It’s not actually live. I want to see it the way the punters are viewing it at home.”
Megan rarely watched television, except the occasional doco or historical drama; she preferred to rea
