The Daddy Audition. Cindi Myers

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      It was as if they belonged together

      Tanya watched for a brief moment, unnoticed by man or child, as Jack knelt, his head close to her daughter’s. This was the sort of snapshot she’d once pictured for her family album. Of all the things she wanted to give Annie, a complete family with a loving father was the one thing that had eluded her.

      Jack might not be Annie’s father, but at this moment he certainly looked the part. An expression of solicitude transformed the intimidating, powerful man into a knight-errant whose strength lay in his gentleness.

      The boy who had taught her everything about love had grown into a man who embodied every woman’s fantasy.

      He was a man who had once known her—both her body and her mind—better than anyone.

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      Dear Reader,

      I love stories about going home again—reconnecting with the past, repairing old hurts and rediscovering forgotten joys. I clip stories from newspapers about long-lost lovers who find each other again, and I tear up when I read about these reunions.

      So it was a great pleasure for me to write Tanya and Jack’s story. Crested Butte, a place with a magic all its own, seemed the perfect place to bring together a former Hollywood actress and the guy she left behind. Of course, Tanya and Jack each have obstacles to surmount on the way to true love. I hope you’ll enjoy their story.

      I love to hear from readers. You can e-mail me at [email protected] or write to me in care of Harlequin Enterprises Ltd, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, M3B 3K9, Canada. Online, find me at www.CindiMyers.com or at www.myspace.com/CindiMyers.

      Happy reading,

      Cindi Myers

      The Daddy Audition

      Cindi Myers

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Cindi Myers’s one attempt at acting ended with her being sent to help paint scenery. Now she prefers to enjoy watching others perform. An avid skier, reader, knitter and cook, she lives in the mountains of Colorado with her husband and spoiled dogs.

      To all the volunteers who give their talent

       to community theater groups

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter One

      “Places, everyone. We need to run through this scene one more time.”

      Ignoring the groans of her fellow cast members, Tanya Bledso stood downstage and waited for everyone to resume their positions. Dust motes danced in the beam from the single spotlight, and up close the floorboards were badly scuffed and worn—a far cry from the Hollywood soundstages she’d called home for ten years. If some of her former colleagues could see her now they’d either cringe or laugh, but she tried not to think of that. She’d come home to Crested Butte, Colorado, to make a fresh start, and if that meant shepherding a bunch of locals through an amateur production, so be it. At least she was still doing what she loved, if not on the scale she’d once aspired to.

      “Is this how they do things in Hollywood?” her best friend, Angela Krizova, asked as she draped her ample figure across a chaise longue and picked up a fan to waft in front of her face. “Work you till you drop?”

      “There’s no such thing as a short day on the set,” Tanya said. “Actors work hard.”

      “Yeah, but those guys are getting paid.” The male lead in the production, town councilman Oscar Renfield, struck a pose at center stage. “We’re all volunteer amateurs.”

      “You can’t get much more amateur than your performance, Oscar,” the man in charge of lighting, Bill Freeman, called from the shadows.

      Oscar waited for the laughter to die. “Yeah, well, we’re all second-string compared to Tanya,” he said with a genial smile at their director.

      Tanya joined Oscar at center stage. Everyone had been so kind since her return, pretending she’d been a big star, though she had only a few commercials and four years on a soap opera to show for her so-called career. It was only through luck—aided, she suspected, by a few called-in favors to her parents—that she’d landed this position as director of the Crested Butte Center for the Arts and the Mountain Theatre, which made it all the more important that she do a good job here. “Come on, everyone,” she said. “One more time and that’s it. I promise.”

      With only minor grumbling, the rest of the company shuffled into place. Tanya checked her script for Angela’s line. “How do I know I can trust you, Steve?” Angela said. “It didn’t work out for us the last time.”

      The rear door of the theater slammed against the back wall and a man stood behind a large scrim. “Where do you want this?” he asked, his voice booming in the empty darkness. Not waiting for an answer, he maneuvered the scrim, which depicted the exterior of an oldtimey saloon, up the aisle. He stopped at the foot of the stage and leaned into the opening for the saloon’s swinging doors. “I’ve got three more of these in the truck, and I need to know where to put them.”

      At the first sound of his voice, Tanya thought her ears were playing tricks on her, but when the stage lights hit the man’s face, she knew her instincts had been right. He was older now, with the solid arms and shoulders of a man instead of the boy of her memory, but Jack Crenshaw’s thick, dark hair still fell across his forehead in a careless wave, and his intense blue eyes could pierce right through a person. As a teen, he’d had the kind of looks that made every female between the ages of six and sixty give him a second glance; now Tanya found herself standing more erect and putting a hand up to smooth her hair.

      The movement drew his attention and for an eternity of a moment their eyes locked, and she felt her heart plummet somewhere near her stomach. She’d successfully avoided Jack until now for this very reason. Seeing him again reminded her too much of what she’d been like at eighteen—so young and full of such big dreams and easy emotions.

      A slow, seductive smile formed on his lips and her knees turned to jelly. “Well, if it isn’t the Hollywood princess,” he said.

      She flinched at the coolness in his voice, but willed herself not to show it. Yes,