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Chapters (46)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. ROCKUS RUMPUS IN ROME
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Epilogue
  45. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  46. About the Author

“If there’s something you want, you have to take a chance.” John shrugged. Of course, he had taken that chance before he knew of her ex-husband and the well-heeled and rarified circle of friends and acquaintances she must’ve been accustomed to. But that Anna—Tom Melton’s first wife Anna—didn’t reconcile with his Anna. She washed dishes in the back kitchen of a bar or asked the PA questions about her student film.

John didn’t know who she was before, but he wasn’t sorry to know her now.

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JOHN’S COMMENT LINGERED, as if suspended in the air between them. Anna didn’t disagree with anything he said, but she also couldn’t think of a response. John didn’t look at her as if her IMDb credits or lack thereof followed her around in a thought bubble like a cartoon character. John looked at her like the last ten years hadn’t worn her down. How had she let it? How could she explain to him that his straightforwardness was the thing she liked most about him? He said what he thought and thought what he said. He didn’t dissemble or lie to get an advantage. That was why she found her armor wearing away the more time she spent with him.

Before she could find the right words to explain what their working relationship or tentative friendship or whatever it was meant to her, a knock sounded at the door. Reed stepped inside, dressed in his costume for the scenes on the schedule today. He wore dark pants and a high-collared floor-length leather jacket that had to be stifling.

“Apologies, Anna, I thought I would find you alone.” He looked between the two of them, and even though her and John’s conversation was hardly something to make her blush, she felt as if Reed had walked in on them doing something scandalous. “Can we talk?”

Anna nodded, reminding herself to be civil. Reed had been easy to work with since they’d arrived in Rome. She stood and walked to the door, leaving John to his call with LA.

“What do you want, Reed?” Anna closed the door behind the two of them.

Reed gave her a contemplative look. “Has Tom made things difficult for you since the divorce?”