Unscripted With Mila (Vested Interest – ABC Corp #6) Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Vested Interest - ABC Corp Series by Melanie Moreland
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
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After that, he was my daddy. Liv became Mommy.

And my new life began.

I shook my head to clear my musings and saved my chapter. I headed to the kitchen, my footsteps echoing in the hall of the empty house. Sammy was off on one of her projects—helping a brother and sister save their ranch. I missed her terribly, although we had spoken a few times via FaceTime. She told me all about what she was doing. She liked the sister but insisted the brother was a pain in her ass. Except she said it with a smile on her face, and her eyes had a certain gleam I recognized.

I had certainly written about that gleam often enough. I had a feeling there was more to Sammy’s annoyance with Luke Adler than she was willing to admit.

Time would tell if I was correct.

I popped a Keurig cup in the machine and waited as the coffee brewed, the scent filling the kitchen. I poked around in the fridge, happy to discover some leftovers from Mom that I slid in the microwave to heat up. I carried the hot casserole and the coffee to the table and sat down to eat.

My phone rang, and I answered my agent’s call with a smile. “Hey, Andi.”

“Kiddo—how goes it? Writing me lots of words?”

I propped the phone on the table, hitting speaker. “Yep.”

“Excellent. When do I get it?”

I laughed. “Andi, you just got the last one. I’m only twenty K into this one.”

“Just checking.”

She rambled on a bit about numbers and some new foreign rights deals. I ate and sipped my coffee as she spoke.

“So, update on the movie.”

“No casting changes?” I asked anxiously.

“No. You still have Nicholas Scott as the lead and Lacey Dunbar for Roxie. But production has been moved up. So far, the plans are, they’re doing the scenes in LA in two weeks, then on to Vancouver for some of the outdoor filming. Then to Ontario, then whatever needs to be done for reshoots. They want you to fly down to LA for the shoot and be part of the read-throughs. Help the cast—give them insight.”

“Wow, so soon?” I asked, anxiety curling around my chest.

“The studio is crazy for this book, kiddo. And you said you’d do it. You’re not going back on that now, are you?” She paused. “I’ll be right there with you, promise.”

I drew in a long breath. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Awesome. We’ll go to the studio, and you can meet Nicholas and Lacey, plus the supporting cast. Sit in on the read-throughs. I know both the leads want some direction. And I know you want Duncan and Roxie to be handled correctly.”

“Yes, I do.”

“And you can see where they’re filming—see some of the sets and the exteriors. The actors prepping and all that. They still need a couple of locations for other exteriors, but I’m sure they’ll find the right ones.”

“So, when do we leave?”

“Two weeks Friday.”

I bit my lip in worry. “What if I…” I let the sentence trail off.

Andi’s voice dropped in sympathy. “Kiddo, I know you’re shy. You can do this. And you haven’t had an occurrence in a long time. If you do, I’m right there. And if it’s too much, I’ll take you home, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Good. Now go back to writing. I’ll send you the details and see you at the airport in just over two weeks.” She laughed. “And no doubt, I’ll talk to you a dozen times between now and then. Ciao!”

I hung up with a sigh, the casserole no longer appealing. I pushed aside my plate and finished the coffee. I never said no to coffee.

Heavy footsteps on my porch made me smile, and I got up to get another mug to make a coffee for my visitor. There was a loud rap on the door, and my dad walked in. Still tall, still big, and still my favorite man on the planet.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. He had aged well. His back was broad, his shoulders wide, and to this day, I was sure there was nothing he couldn’t do. Certainly nothing he wouldn’t do for one of us kids. Biologically, he might not be our father, but to us, he was the perfect dad.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” he greeted me, pressing a kiss to my head. He slid a plate on the table. “Mom made pie.”

“Oh no. What kind?”

He frowned. “Blueberry. Your favorite.”

“Oh God, I have to go to LA in two weeks.”

He rubbed his chin. “I think you can squeeze in eating a piece of pie.”

“Then I have to really squeeze into my pants,” I moaned.

Dad took the cup of coffee I handed him and laughed. “Mila, baby, you don’t have to squeeze into anything. There is nothing wrong with you.”

“My butt is big. And my hips—”


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