"Good luck, Teagan!" One of the production assistants waved at her from across the parking lot as she walked toward the set.

She waved back excitedly. "Thanks!"

Today was the last day she'd be filming on Break Down, though there were still a few more days during which her other cast mates would be finishing up their scenes. It had been a whirlwind three months, and Teagan still couldn't believe everything that had happened.

Three months ago, she'd been part of the crew and harboring a nearly decade-long hatred for her ex-fiancé who'd left her at the altar. Now, she was dating and falling back in love with him and had a pivotal role on the cast. Talk about life throwing curveballs.

She arrived on set a minute later and spotted Reed already talking to the director and preparing for his scene. He winked at her and she felt that familiar warmth swirling in her gut at the mere thought of him.

"Teagan Reynolds?" A voice called out behind her.

She turned around to see a tall, bald man in a business suit sporting an incredibly expensive watch. "Yes?"

He stuck out his hand toward her. "My name is Jason Allen. I’m an agent, and I think we should talk."

"Oh, right." She remembered the name. "You're with Reed, right?"

"Reed Scott? I am, but I also sign new talent,” he said. “I’d like to discuss that with you."

She furrowed her brow. Getting an agent hadn't even crossed her mind at this point. "You want to sign me?"

"Without a doubt. I actually have an open role lined up, and the moment I heard about it, your name popped into my mind." He looked so sure of himself, but she had no doubt that his salesman pitch was well rehearsed. "Let's go grab a seat in your dressing room, and I can go over the paperwork with you."

She debated declining him, but, honestly, she was eager to hear what he had to offer. After this current role was over, she had nothing else lined up. She'd stumbled into this job by dumb luck—or bad luck, in Taylor's case—and it was doubtful that was going to happen again. If she wanted to keep up the pace and stay in front of the camera, she needed to be planning her next move in Hollywood.

"I have a few minutes before filming if you don't mind hair and makeup being there," she agreed, then motioned in the direction of her dressing room. She could talk while they prepped her for filming, but other than that, she didn't have a free moment to spare.

"Works perfectly for me," he replied, following her.

Her hairdresser and makeup artist were already set up in her room and waiting for her. Steele, her makeup artist, was borrowed from her sister, Aria. They were best friends, and Steele was every bit as full of personality as she was full of talent. Vibrant silver hair, colorful makeup, and her ears cuffed by dozens of earrings, she was an eclectic beauty. Teagan just felt lucky that she could utilize her talents for this role.

The team quickly ushered her into the chair and got to work. Jason leaned against the vanity counter and handed her a manila folder full of paperwork.

Teagan opened it and scanned over the contract he'd handed her. "Is this…is this for Broadway? Cats: The Revival?" Teagan's eyes widened, and she lifted her gaze to his. "Are you being serious right now? I heard this was going to be huge."

"The Big Apple, darling," Jason confirmed. "There's an open spot for the cat, Jennyanydots. You'd be perfect for it. It's not super heavy on the singing, but it is heavy on dancing. You'd be onstage on one of the biggest shows Broadway's ever seen."

"This is incredible." Cats had been one of her favorite shows of all time, and she'd put seeing the revival on her bucket list. But to actually be in it? That hadn't even crossed her mind. "When are auditions?"

"No audition necessary, if you sign with me." Jason crossed his arms over his chest. "I have exclusive access to this spot, and I already convinced them of how perfect you are. Showed them some B-roll from this movie, and they're sold."

Teagan blinked hard, trying to process the news. "Wow. Well, I mean, I have to think about it. I have to talk to my mother…she's my manager. Or she was when I was doing this professionally."

She didn’t want to admit that there was a lot more to think about than just what her family would think. Moving across country? That was a huge step, one she certainly hadn’t planned for.

"Of course, talk to anyone you want. Just keep in mind that if we want this, we have to move fast."

She nodded. "I understand."

"Good." With that, he pulled out another envelope from his suit pocket. He waited a moment until the makeup artist had finished applying her mascara, and then handed it to her. "Here's the contract for my agency. If you're interested, give it a sign and I'll come pick it up."

Teagan took the envelope from him, and then paused. "Jason, can I ask a question?"

"Always. Anything for a client." He grinned and leaned back against the vanity.

Inhaling a deep breath, she decided to just go for transparency. "Are you…are you offering me a job across the country to separate Reed and me? Is this about him?"

Jason's eyes tinged darker, and the smile slipped from his lips. "Well, I'm not going to lie. Reed is a client of mine and keeping him clean and out of the public spotlight for a while is pretty important to his career."

"Dating me isn't…clean?" That just sounded rude. She wasn't some party girl or skanky sorority slut that would make him seem like a playboy. Hell, they'd known each other over a decade. “Excuse me?”

"It's not about you," he assured her. "It's about your history."

"I don't have any skeletons in my closet," she replied, definitely offended now. This was some bullshit, and she could feel the steam rising inside her. "If anything, Reed is the one with the skeletons—not me."

She wasn't trying to throw him under the bus or anything, but she knew his agent already would know the details if he was any good at his job. Plus, she didn't like feeling she was the problem here. If anything, she was a goddamn saint for forgiving the notorious Reed Scott. A little credit would be nice, instead of being called dirty.

Honestly—what the fuck.

Jason tilted his head to the side. “This isn’t just the best move for you, Ms. Reynolds. It’s also the best move for him, and he knows it.”

“He knows about this?” Teagan held up the contract. "He thinks I’m going to taint his reputation?” Fury swirled inside her now at both this damn agent and Reed. The man she was falling in love with again, the man who was doing everything to win her back…wanted her to leave? She didn’t buy it. There was no way. “He is the one who left me at the altar. He is the one who abandoned me when I nearly died. Those are his skeletons—not mine."

She was shocked those admissions even came out, but, damn, this man put her on edge.

Jason's eyes flitted to Steele and the hairdresser briefly, then back to Teagan. "That's exactly my point. I'd rather keep those stories quiet, but if you two are seen together, reporters are going to go digging in to your past—into his past."

She contemplated what he was saying, but it was all way more than she could process right now. There was no way Reed knew about this or would agree to it. He wouldn’t want to send her across the country, and he definitely wouldn’t think she would be a black mark on his career.

Right?

Even though she was calling bullshit, this was still an amazing offer and one she couldn’t just turn down without at least considering it. "I'll look it over."

"That's all I ask." With that, he gave her a quick nod of his head and then headed out of the dressing room.

"What an asshole," her hairdresser said as soon as the door was closed.

Teagan laughed. "He was a dick, but isn't most of Hollywood?"

"You've got a point there, girl." Steele chimed in next. "Hollywood will eat you alive if you let it."

Her hair dresser finished styling Teagan's high pony. "Are you going to take the role? I mean…asshole or not, money is a language all of us speak."

Teagan gave a short chuckle, but the truth was she didn't know. The offer was incredibly tempting. But she and Reed had only just started their second chance at romance a little over two months ago. Everything had been going wonderfully, and even her family was finally on board—which had taken major convincing.

But she'd gone down this road before. She'd received a role on Broadway and turned it down—for Reed. Now, an agent wanted her to take a role on Broadway—for Reed. Somehow, it was still all for him.

Whether it was the role or the man she loved, she was going to lose something she wanted. And Reed was in the middle of everything. Déjà vu.

"I honestly don't know," she admitted. "I guess we'll see."