Free Heart in the Field by Jillian Dagg Page B

blasted her body, and
she experienced a moment of sheer weakness and anxiety that she wasn’t going to
hold up against his magnetism for an entire season. “Did you get a car?”
                “Yes. I got one. I’ll go and pick it
up later.” He put his hand out toward her. “Should we go down to the studio
now?”
                Serena removed her fingers from the
now sticky book cover and pushed the book on to the shelf. “I guess we should.”
                She would get used to all this: The
elevator rides, the brush of his arm against hers, the aroma of his aftershave,
the heat in her veins from his hand on her elbow. She would get used to working
beside him, seeing their legs almost touching, his smile. She would. Oh, yes,
she would. Even when they watched the unedited commercial he was far too close.
The scent of his aftershave gave her visions of sub-tropical islands where
there was nothing to do but make mad, passionate love.
                “The show will need more besides
clever cutting,” Nick said. “It needs music.”
                “You’re right,” Don told him. “Any suggestions?”
                “How about a local group we could
give some exposure to.”
                Don glanced at Serena. “What about
Seth?”
                “Possibly.” She thought this might be a great chance for her brother’s band, Lite , even if their music was anything but light. It would
certainly give the band some solid exposure, and urge people to buy their
music. “Although,” She had to be truthful. “They are pretty way out. They’re
what you would call alternative with a capital A.”
                “That’s my type of music. I’d like
to hear them,” Nick told her.
                “All right. I’ll talk to him. When do you want to run this commercial Don?”
                “ASAP. Can
you bring him in this evening?”
                “I’ll try.”
                “Phone him,” Nick urged.
                Serena felt as if she were being
shoved into a corner. What if Seth didn’t want to do this? He walked his own
path. Drummed to his own beat. He rarely appeared at
family gatherings. She very rarely saw him. He was another man who reminded her
of her father. Naturally he would. He was her father’s son. “They might have a
gig.”
                Nick’s gaze penetrated hers. “Check
anyway. We’re running out of time.”
                She didn’t have much choice. She had
two powerful men pushing their instructions down her throat. Of course, if she
went against their ideas she might be doing her brother out of a great deal of
publicity. Her reluctance to call her brother was because of her own
insecurities, not because she didn’t want him to succeed.
                Nick moved closer to her. “Are you
okay?”
                “I’m fine. Why?”
                “You look a bit dazed. I was
wondering if you were feeling well. Because if you are,
sweetie, phone your brother. We’re short of time, and it would save a
lot of hassles if we could use him.”
                Nick affected the same type of tone
that he had in the pub on Wednesday evening, when she’d stopped suddenly in the
doorway. It was a condescending tone, and it told her that all he wanted was to
get this show on the road.
                “I think I have his number.” She
picked up her purse, knowing full well that his number was on her cell phone.
                Feeling the two men watching her,
Serena went to the other side of the studio. She opened her purse and found her
phone. After placing her purse-strap over her shoulder, she punched Seth’s
number. Her breath was on hold while the phone rang. Seth’s voice, sounding
like her father’s, came on to the answering machine. After clearing her