“Big job,” Hannah commented and as she watched, Jeanette James grabbed her daughter’s arm and pulled her closer to whisper something in her ear. The burgeoning sex kitten pursed her lips in a pout, but she pushed back her chair and dutifully changed places with her mother. “Jeanette James looks tired. Maybe it’s a good thing her watchdog role is almost over.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sharyn is flying in on Tuesday night.”

“Who’s Sharyn?”

“Dean Lawrence’s wife.”

Andrea looked completely astonished. “Don’t tell me you know her, too!”

“No, I’ve never met her. All I know is, Ross said they were flying in on Tuesday night for the last few days of shooting and they’ll stay for the wrap party on Saturday.”

Andrea looked envious. “That’s so exciting. I guess you’ll be going, especially since you know Ross and Lynne. I saw him with his arm around you and he’ll probably ask you to be his date. I don’t suppose I’ll get invited.”

“I’ll make sure you get an invitation,” Hannah promised, 99 percent certain that Ross would grant her that small favor. “Besides, if Tracey gets the part, you’ll both be invited.”

“You’re right. I didn’t think of that. Uh-oh!”

“Uh-oh what?”

“I’m being summoned.”

“Who’s summoning you?”

“Mother and Carrie. They probably want me to take Tracey. I’d better go.”

“I’ll go with you. I haven’t said hello to Tracey yet.”

The two sisters got up and walked toward the table where their mother and Carrie were sitting across from each other. Tracey was nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Tracey?” Andrea asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to her mother.

“With Mr. Barton. He asked if he could take her over to his table and introduce her to the actress playing the lead.”

“Oh boy!” Andrea breathed, and then she turned toward Hannah, who’d just taken the chair next to Carrie. “That’s got to be good, doesn’t it?”

“It couldn’t be bad. I don’t think he’d introduce her to a member of the cast unless he was interested.”

“Interested in what?” Delores asked.

“Using Tracey in the movie.” Andrea beamed from ear to ear. “We ran into Mr. Barton on the way in, and he invited us to the auditions this afternoon.”

“Do you have a copy of the script?” Carrie asked, leaning closer to Andrea, even though no one else at the table was paying the least bit of attention to them.

“No. Do you have one?”