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Alex Matthews had heard all the rumors. How this unknown little writer had been in a three-year coma, how the sound of his voice had pulled her back from death’s door. How the first word out of her mouth had been Quinn MacAllister’s name.
And how, despite all her infirmities, she’d written the most amazing script ever to cross a producer’s desk.
The entire thing sounded too weird to be true.
The prospect of actually meeting Kayla Farrell made him nervous. He hated being nervous. It was bad for his image, not to mention his ulcer.
“You don’t have an ulcer.” Alex’s longtime costar, Alicia Huntington, chuckled as she tossed an icy bottle of water in his direction. “And you never get nervous. You just don’t like sick people, and I can’t blame you there.
“But I have it on good authority
