Chapter 30 ‘Cut!’ Kitty swore under her breath and brushed the flies from her eyes. This heat was impossible. Sweat dripped from her brow, ruining her makeup. She climbed down from the top rail of the corral. Alan Duffy, the director of Secret Heiress, was an old-school nightmare to work with – demanding and uncompromising, criticising everything she did. Kitty glared at him. ‘What now?’ ‘You don’t know your lines, that’s what. Your beloved Buck Carter is about to risk his life on the roughest, toughest, most dangerous Brahman bull in the west, and you just referred to it as a cow.’ ’What’s the difference?’ ‘A cow has no balls.’ ‘Well, do you think I’m going under there to check? It’s an easy mistake.’ ‘No, Kitty … no it’s not. And while we’re on the subject of mistakes, I thought y

