Cassidy was correct. Sasha’s mom had already lit into her for accepting a role that brought Xander back into her life, warning her not to get involved with him again, not to let a man derail her career and all she’d worked for. And Rebecca Burton, her agent, was all about keeping up momentum while Sasha was hot.

Sasha groaned, not wanting to deal with their pressure, either. “I’ll worry about them later. How about you? Would you have a problem if I didn’t jump into another movie right away?”

“Hell no. I’m team Sasha all the way.” Cassidy gave her a bright smile. “Now let’s talk about you seeing Xander. What’s your plan?”

Sasha laid out her agenda. “Filming starts next week.”

She only had two weeks on set because this movie was her character’s introduction to the franchise. She’d have more screen time with each consecutive movie. At least, that was how the role had been pitched to her.

She glanced at Cassidy, who was waiting for her to continue. “We’re getting in early, like I always do before shooting, to get a feel for the city we’re in, the people we’re working with on set. And in this case, with so little time, I’d like the man who created the character to give me insight into how she thinks and who she is.”

A smile lifted Cassidy’s lips. “Xander.”

Sasha nodded. “Xander. But I have to break the ice first. We have to talk and get to a point where we can work together. So I’m going to have to surprise him and hope he doesn’t throw me out.” Nerves assaulted her at the mere thought of approaching him again for the first time in years.

“Do you have his address?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” She and Xander didn’t share an agent because they weren’t in the same line of work. But they shared a talent agency, and it hadn’t been difficult to pull some strings and find out where Xander lived and in which of his residences he was currently staying.

Now she just needed to gather her courage and show up on his doorstep.

Chapter Two

Sasha’s plane landed at 6:10 p.m. at JFK International Airport, and from there, she and Cassidy waited for their luggage. In a pair of jeans and a man-style shirt with a baseball cap on her head and sunglasses over her eyes, Sasha did her best not to meet anyone’s gaze and hoped she could remain anonymous.

She’d flown under her legal name, Alexandra Keaton. Sasha had been her Russian mother’s nickname for her, and she’d taken it as her stage name. Using an Uber with Cassidy’s account and staying under an alias at the hotel protected her even more.