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Literally overnight, the script hut had been transformed from Skid Row to Saville Row. Their flimsy weekender cots had been replaced with metal bed frames and comfortable mattresses. They had real dressers instead of makeshift packing crates. Decorative privacy screens had replaced the thin sheets hanging from their ceiling. The table no longer needed a book wedged beneath one crooked leg.
There was even a solar-powered fan in one window, to keep the hut from overheating.
Brigit had been stunned by the abrupt change. And even though she’d been expecting it, thanks to Mac’s inept bungling, Kayla could privately admit that she’d been pretty surprised, too.
Once Jerry had finally decided to do the right thing, he’d done it in high style. Living here until they were done filming would b
