Free Her Red-Carpet Romance by Marie Ferrarella Page A

although it was apparent he felt electronic devices were tremendous work savers, in the long run, he obviously still was very tied to the old-fashioned way of keeping track of the events—large and small—of his life.
    â€œHuh,” he murmured in response to her claim of liking the feel of putting pen to paper.
    Lukkas couldn’t help but wonder if she was being genuine, or if she was merely saying that because she’d learned from someone that he felt the same way about the notes he made to himself.
    The veteran producer was the first to admit that he was scattered from here to eternity and the notes he cared about...well, they could still be found somewhere between those two points. He had good intentions, but heaven knew he wasn’t organized.
    That was where she was supposed to come in.
    It was up to her to keep after him as well as to make his hectic world as organized as humanly possible.
    â€œThere’s Dirk Montelle,” Lukkas suddenly announced, giving the man the hello sign when the latter looked in their direction. “He’s signed on to direct this little movie,” he told her.
    The man had a real gift for understatement, she thought. That was a revelation to her.
    She would have thought that a man of his capabilities, not to mention the perks he probably had written into his contracts, would have had a giant ego and a way of pounding his own chest and putting everyone else down. She’d known men like that before. Actually
dated
men like that before she’d decided she was better off sitting home alone than being out with one of these egotists, chairing a fan club meeting of one.
    But before she could make some sort of a response to his last comment, Lukkas was taking off, striding across the parched and cracked streets to reach the man he had ultimately selected to helm his movie. He’d told her how he’d thought long and hard over making an offer to the director. This was his life’s blood up there. That was a hard thing to ignore or even remain neutral about. Finally getting the proposed movie off the storyboards and onto a set with a final script was like having a dream come true. The movie he was now in charge of making had been a secret project of his for the past ten years.
    Watching Lukkas pick up his pace, Yohanna shook her head. She picked up her own pace to make up for the head start the man had on her. Yohanna pressed her lips together, looking for strength even though she knew it could have been so much worse.
    Even so, she couldn’t help wishing that Lukkas would give her some kind of a warning before he took off like that.
    She assumed he wanted her to get acquainted with the people working on this film so that when he asked her to do something with one of the cast or crew, she would know who he was talking about.
    That meant becoming familiar with the names and jobs of more than two hundred people.
    Fast.
    Well, she’d wanted something a little more exciting than the work she’d done before, right? Office manager for the law firm had been good, steady work—until it wasn’t, of course, and she’d become a casualty of the company merger—but it had also admittedly been dull as dishwater in its day-to-day routine.
    This, however, had the makings of some sort of a wild, no-holds-barred adventure in fantasyland. For the moment—and hopefully for some time to come if everything went well—she would be dealing with both the present-day world and the past, and probably the future if what she’d heard about the producer’s next project was true.
    The words
dull
and
boring
were definitely not words to be applied to this job description, Yohanna thought happily.
    â€œC’mon, catch up, Hanna,” Lukkas urged as he turned for a moment in her direction and called out to her. “We don’t want this project to start falling behind schedule before it even gets under way.”
    â€œNo, sir,”