“Oh, it’s the real deal. Hand over your cell phone.” She put out her hand.

“But I might need to take a call.”

“That’s where this comes in handy.” She took a form out of her leather portfolio. “Fill this out. Anything you deem as possibly critical should be noted here. Phone calls, or any other social media or messaging that might come through, like your parents, a girlfriend, boss, whatever, just list the important ones.”

“I don’t know the phone numbers. They’re in the phone I just handed you.”

“List them as they’ll come up on the phone. I’ll have it on me at all times.”

He cut his eyes in her direction. “I’m not sure I like this.”

“It’s only a few days. Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal. If any of those calls or texts come through, I’ll help you screen through them and respond.”

She was bossy for a little thing. “This is crazy,” he said as he wrote down Francois Dumont on the list.

“It was spelled out in the contract you signed.”

He wasn’t really expecting a call from his parents or sister, but he added them to the list for good measure. “I didn’t read the contract that close.”

“I bet you cashed that first check with no problem.”

That was true. He’d deposited it without a second thought. Since he was using his stacked-up vacation time, his time away was like getting a bonus with the stipend the show offered. He’d come out ahead—win or lose. “What else did I sign up for?”

“Guess you’ll know when it happens,” she said with a playful wink. “Don’t worry. I’ll have your back every step of the way.”

“I’m all yours,” he said, flirting a little more than was probably appropriate.

“Yeah, and strictly business. I’m here to help you stay on time, follow the rules, and hopefully win. Got that?”

He stifled a laugh. She was way too mouthy for him anyway. “Yes, ma’am.” He playfully saluted her.

“We don’t have to go to set until tomorrow, but if you’d like to check out the kitchen, I can arrange to take you over.”

“I’d like that very much.”

“I thought you might.” She made a call to the producer. “Hi, yes, it’s Lori. I’d like a time slot to bring Andrew over to see his kitchen on the Four Square set. Great, we’ll be right over.” She put her phone in her purse. “I’m just going to grab a couple of things, and I’ll meet you in the hall in ten minutes?”

She left, and he rubbed his hands together. “Here we go.”