She shivered and shook her head, feeling silly. “I just had this weird feeling like someone was watching me. Which is insane because people notice me all the time.” They snapped photos on their phone without her permission. But this felt different.

Cassidy turned, her gaze scanning the room. “I don’t see anyone looking or anything odd, but come on. Let’s get you out of here.” They started for the door when Cassidy asked, “Are you sure you don’t want a bodyguard?”

She shook her head. “I’m being ridiculous. The set has security and nobody knows I’m in town.”

So far there’d been no paparazzi or anyone outright noticing her. She wasn’t dressed up and hadn’t looked anyone in the eye. Just acting like a regular person in the city. It wouldn’t last. It never did, but for now she was fine, and whatever odd sensation she’d felt a few seconds ago was gone.

They went back to their rooms to wash up and get into comfortable clothes, and for the next couple of hours, they hung out in the suite and Sasha and Cassidy ran lines.

She wasn’t completely comfortable with the character, and she knew why. Because a script never completely conveyed the depth and thoughts of the person, and she needed more insight. More than even reading the book had given her. When a movie was an adaptation, she hesitated to put her own spin on it completely. Even Isaac, the director, had told her to meet with the author because he had contractual input. Which meant she needed an in-depth take on Amanda’s personality.

She needed Xander.

Chapter Three

Sasha and Cassidy had spent the day shopping, starting early. Although Sasha had purchased a couple of outfits she might want to wear tonight, as she stared at the huge pile of clothes on her bed, she was no closer to deciding what to wear to go out to dinner with Xander.

She was being ridiculous since he wouldn’t notice her clothing. She’d be lucky if he noticed how she looked at all. If their time together was like yesterday, he’d sit with a clenched jaw and stare past her with an I no longer give a damn look on his face.

Frowning, she decided on a navy and white polka-dotted skirt. A ruffle hit mid-thigh, and a matching loose top fluttered at the bottom, creating a cropped look if she lifted her arms. She grabbed a reasonable-height neutral colored heel in case they walked because… the city… and a small purse.

“How many more times are you going to change outfits?” Cassidy asked, an amused smile on her face as she entered the room.

“This is it.” Sasha gestured to her cute skirt outfit. Picking up a tube of lipstick, she strode to the mirror, swiped a hot-pink color over her lips, and pressed them together.