I stood there for a moment, trying to compose myself, even though all Jed had done was whisper in my ear.

The man was potent.

“Damn, girl,” Sadie said as she walked over toward me with a grin. “That man smolders so well he could peel wallpaper with just a look. Tell me you guys got something going on, or I’m moving in.”

I grinned at Sadie, who’d I’d really grown to like over the last week, which was a big deal for me. I’d never been one to make friends quickly, especially not with women, but there was something about Sadie that was so friendly and welcoming. She made it easy.

“Actually,” I whispered, looking around to make sure no one was around, specifically, the cameramen. “I went by his place last night, and we’re going on a date tomorrow, after the wrap party.”

“Glory Halleluiah,” Sadie joked, then leaned in and asked, “Anything good happen at his place?”

I nodded, wanting to share, but unwilling to give details, but Sadie didn’t care, she clapped her hands together gleefully and said, “Yes! That’ll show that wench, Kylie.”

At Kylie’s name, my blood froze.

I hadn’t said anything to Sadie about my past with Kylie, and luckily I’d had little interaction with her since that first day.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She’s been panting around after Jed since he walked on set, and, since she’s basically a nightmare, it gives me jollies when she doesn’t get what she wants. I know, that probably makes me a bad person, but I’ve worked with her for years, and she just keeps getting worse. Plus, I like you, Rena, and I’m excited for you.”

Huh, I thought, processing this new information. I had no idea Kylie was interested in Jed, although, obviously I could see the appeal. What I wondered, was what Jed thought of Kylie.

Old insecurities surfaced, and I wondered if he thought she was pretty … if he believed the façade she put on.

“Thanks,” I said, not wanting to say anything against Kylie, even though Sadie had pretty much said she didn’t like her. They were still coworkers, and I was still a temporary worker on this show.

“You’re welcome,” Sadie said, then held out her hands and asked, “Now, are you ready to make this house stunning?”

I grinned at her enthusiasm and nodded. “Absolutely.”

I set to work on the kitchen, which would take the most amount of time, as it had the most stuff to place.

Since this was a farm, with barn and all, we’d gone with a country theme in the kitchen. Rustic. There was wood shelving over the sink, with pots overflowing with fresh green herbs, as well as racks hanging throughout. Some for pots and pans, others for coffee cups and wine glasses.

The cabinets were dark, and the flooring and countertops were marble.

There were jars, pitchers, and metal containers around the space, decorative yet functional at the same time. The large gas stovetop was on the counter, while the double oven was built into the wall.

It was a kitchen for the home cook, with enough bells and whistles to satisfy a chef.

It took a few hours, but eventually it was complete, and I walked through the house to see what else was done.

In the master bath, I paused, taking it all in slowly. I knew this had been Jed’s project, his baby, if you will. We’d texted about our progress over the week, and he’d told me what a bitch the backsplash had been.

Now, I smoothed my hand over it with a small smile. The bathroom was gorgeous, something I would totally cherish in my own home. I couldn’t believe the amazing work Jed had done. He was really talented, and I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering. Dreaming. Spinning ideas of the things Jed and I could do in our own house, if we ever had one.

If we made it that far.

And, if I was honest with myself, I was beginning to think along those lines. Of a future … with Jed.

I looked around one last time, then left the master bath in search of Sadie and another project. She wasn’t upstairs, so I wandered back down, and found her in the spare bedroom that had been converted into an office.

They’d built in a desk on each wall, with a large shelving unit lining the large back wall, connecting the two. There was plenty of space for both of the Camus to be in the office without cramping each other, and the wall unit was perfect for books, knickknacks, and even a few of Mr. Camu’s trophies from high school.

Sadie was finishing the shelves, while the IT guy connected the computers.

“Hey, the kitchen is finished,” I said as I entered.

“Outstanding,” Sadie replied, stepping back to survey her work. Once she was satisfied, she turned to me and said, “I think all that’s left inside is the finishing touches on the living room, then we’ll head out to the barn and decorate the office and tack room there, make sure the name plates and such are put up, and we’ll be ready for the big reveal tomorrow.”

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s over already,” I said as we headed out of the office. “It must be so rewarding for you to be able to see projects through, from start to finish, like this, and also see the reaction of the homeowners.”

“It can be,” Sadie agreed. “It can also be exhausting. And, we were pretty lucky on this project.” She paused, knocked on the closest wood door, then kept walking. “Sometimes we have issues like, things breaking down, wrong measurements, pipes bursting, that kind of thing. But, the worst is when the client comes in for the big reveal and hates it.”

“Oh no, has that happened a lot?” I asked.

“Only a couple times, but those are the ones that really stick with you.”

As we headed into the living room, I prayed the Camus loved what we’d done to their home as much as we did.