He changed into a fresh shirt and went searching for his phone, almost in a panic until he remembered he’d had to hand it over. That was going to take some getting used to.

When he stepped out into the hall, Lori was already waiting for him. He liked people who were punctual. They went downstairs, and the doorman tipped his hat. “Miss Lori. Good to see you again. Your car is here.”

“Thanks.” She must’ve caught the look on his face, because she said, “I’m here all the time for the show.”

The limousine was very nice. It still had that new leather smell. He could get used to this. A DVD of the Four Square Cooking Show ran on the flat-screen television. Someday somebody else would be riding in this limo, watching him on that show. His mouth pulled into a grin. Hard to believe.

He settled back into the seat, watching the people move along the sidewalks as if they were in a hurry.

Whoever had nominated him for this show, he owed them big, because he could get used to being treated like this!

The limo pulled to a stop.

“Hang on a sec,” Lori said as she dialed her phone. “We’re here. Thanks, see you shortly.” She hung up and tucked her phone into her purse. The driver came around and opened the door for them.

He let Lori slide out first, then followed behind her.

The inside of the building had an industrial look to it, kind of minimalist and modern. Frosted glass doors blocked the view of most everything down the wide corridor. People were moving booms and cameras with purpose. A brunette wearing all purple sauntered by. Andrew nudged Lori. “Was that…”

She nodded. “Sure was.”

“I never knew she was that tall.”

Lori used a cardkey to unlock one of the doors with the Four Square Cooking Show logo on it. “This,” she said, throwing her arms wide and backing into the room, “will be your kitchen.”

It was a lot bigger than it appeared on television. White subway tiles made for a clean, sharp look and all of the equipment, like he’d seen online, was truly top-notch. Instead of a ceiling, above the kitchen was open with an abundance of grids holding lights and cameras. A microphone boom extended across the room. “There’s a lot going on up there.”

“You’d be freaked out if you knew how many camera, lights and mics are all over this space, and on you all the time. You’ll want to remember you’re always on camera and watch your mouth, because you never know what they’re recording.”

“Good to know.” Now he was a little freaked out.