Chapter 4

Shane's phone buzzed against the table like an angry wasp, and I watched the last flicker of hope die in his eyes as he glanced at the screen. The romantic dinner I'd spent hours preparing—the recreated anniversary meal, the carefully chosen wine, the candles that had burned halfway down—all of it became background noise to whatever crisis Celeste had manufactured this time.

"I'm sorry," he said, already reaching for his jacket draped over the chair. "There's an emergency with tomorrow's shoot schedule. The director is threatening to walk if we don't resolve this tonight."

I set down my fork with…