“Really?” P. K. pulled out a notebook and made a note. “I heard that they were casting some locals. Did anyone you know get a part?”

“We know everyone who got a part!” Hannah couldn’t resist saying. “This is Lake Eden. It’s not that big.”

P. K. looked a little sheepish. “True. How about the big parts? Do you know the little girl who was cast?”

Andrea looked at Hannah, and Hannah looked right back. There was a breathless moment where Hannah waited for Andrea to say something, and Andrea waited for Hannah to say something. The silence stretched out for several heartbeats and then they both burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“My daughter!” Andrea said.

“My niece,” Hannah replied.

And then both of them started to talk at once, telling P. K. about how he should interview Tracey, and how she was bound to be famous when Crisis in Cherrywood hit the theaters.

“Not at all,” Burke replied, looking straight into the camera as he responded to P. K.’s question about their exhausting shooting schedule and whether it was taking a toll on the quality of the production. “Our director, Mr. Dean Lawrence, won’t let us get by with anything less than our best performance.”

Hannah hid a grin. Burke was flattering the Bad Boy director outrageously. So much for the rumor that Burke and Dean didn’t get along! She listened to P. K.’s next question, something about their full-dress rehearsals, but before she could hear Burke’s answer, Andrea summoned her from the kitchen doorway.

“What’s wrong?” Hannah asked when she saw her sister’s expression. Andrea looked panic-stricken.

“P. K. wants to interview me next. I said yes, but now I wish I hadn’t. What am I going to say?”

“He’ll ask you a question. All you have to do is answer it.”

“But what if I don’t know the answer?”

“You’re panicking for no reason and it’s time to buck up. Come on, Andrea. Don’t forget you’re a real estate agent.”

“You’re right,” Andrea said, and she squared her shoulders. “I’m a real estate professional and what I don’t know, I can make up. They taught us how to do that in real estate college.”

“You mean to call something a gourmet kitchen if it’s got a spice rack on the wall? And to say a house is cozy if it’s small and cramped?”

Andrea’s mouth dropped open and then she started to laugh. She laughed so hard, tears rolled down her cheeks. “You really shouldn’t say that, Hannah. You’re making fun of my chosen profession.”

“Well

maybe I am. Just a little. But I’ll bet you’re not nervous anymore.”

“Of course I’m nervous. I’m so nervous, I could