"Thanks for nothing, Gabe," Zach scoffed.
Gabe ignored the dig, typing quickly. He had a lot of arrangements to make. What was his brother talking about again?
"As if Dad wasn't enough to drive me crazy," Zach continued, "the Historical Preservation Committee is sending me nasty letters." Zach sounded desperate, so Gabe choked down his laughter. "Why can't you help out here?"
He finalized his transaction and logged out. "I have something else to do. You should be happy, Zach. You gave me good advice, and I'm going to follow it."
He ended the call and headed for the closet. He had a lot of packing to do.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
GABE STEPPED hard on the accelerator, but Zach's truck barely budged. He banged the steering wheel in frustration. He really didn't need this. He'd spent several hours rereading the e-mail, wondering if he was interpreting the listing correctly. Wondering if he was reading too much into it. If maybe he was being too hasty.
By the time the plane had landed, he had reached a decision.
He didn't care.
He didn't care if he was misreading. He didn't care whether he was misinterpreting. All he knew was that he wanted Elizabeth back.
But he had no idea how to achieve that.
So he'd borrowed his brother's truck, driven to the address in the listing, and tried to come up with a strategy. He'd drawn a blank, though. Groveling to Elizabeth didn't sound like a great plan, but it was the only one on queue.
He turned into a familiar dirt road. The truck crawled slowly up the gently sloping hill, wheezing and snorting like an elderly bull on an out-of-control treadmill. Finally, the decrepit farmhouse came into view, and Gabe stared. Media trucks and trailers surrounded the house.
What the hell?
He smiled with relief when he spied the tangerine-colored targa top Honda behind a van. He parked the truck with a lurch and walked, making his way carefully among the cables and equipment toward the house. The trucks and cameras all had Arcanum Films signage. Was this Salvador's doing? Had Elizabeth brought him here to complain about the movie people?
The farmhouse was still shabby and unkempt, but now it was shabby, unkempt, and subject to professional lighting. Technicians ran to and fro, adjusting gadgets and measuring the light. Giant floor lamps encumbered the foyer and dining room, and he had to dodge several times before reaching the kitchen.
His breath caught when he saw Elizabeth sitting on a rickety chair, looking like she was about to topple off. Her eyes were closed and a young girl with tattooed arms was applying makeup. A microphone pack was attached to Elizabeth's lower back, and a marked-up script sat on the kitchen table. His gaze followed the curve of her back onto her long, bare legs and he almost didn't notice the enormous reflector aiming for his head. He barely evaded it, hitting his shoulder on a kitchen cabinet as he stepped out of the way. He rubbed his arm gingerly. The last thing he needed was another visit to Dr. Frankensburg.
"What the hell is going on, Elizabeth?" he asked, instantly regretting the words. That wasn't what he meant to say. It just came out.
But Elizabeth didn't seem to mind. Her eyes opened and she smiled broadly. It was the same glorious smile that had blinded him in the library parking lot. She pushed herself off the chair, stumbling in her platform pumps. Really, this woman simply couldn't wear appropriate footwear.
She tripped over a stray cable and lunged forward, but Gabe caught her before she hit the floor. A scold died on his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was everything he'd fantasized about in the past few days.
But a loud throat clearing cut it short. "We're ready for you, Lizzie."
Gabe glared. The tattooed man who'd interrupted them only shrugged.
"I'll be there in a second," Elizabeth said, gently extricating herself from the embrace.
"Where is 'there'?" Gabe asked, already missing the warmth of her body. "What is going on?"
She smiled and turned to grab her script. "The front porch. And I'm filming a show, as you well should know, since I'm told it was your idea."
His idea? He hadn't done anything. No, wait, he had. He'd sent Salvador to L.A.
He looked around the messy house. Salvador had done all this in less than a week?
Elizabeth waved a piece of paper at him. It had a purple mansard-roofed house logo with the words House Haunters in neon green. "It's a reality show. The TV crew will follow me as I try to sell houses in—" her fingers curled into air quotes, "—'America's Most Haunted Town.' PRoVE will evaluate the houses for otherworldly phenomena, but the show won't be spooky at all. The producers promised to make the town look like a haunted Mayberry, so it's going to look cutesy and adorable. This will completely overhaul the town's image. I'm going to sell so many houses after this. It's going to be fabulous."
She was beaming with excitement, but Gabe wasn't so sure. Reality show editing could be a mixed bag. When he'd asked Salvador to pitch a Banshee Creek project to their Hollywood contacts, he'd been picturing a movie, perhaps a TV series. A reality show could backfire.
"Why aren't they making a film?" he asked, trying to figure out where he'd gone wrong.
She rolled her eyes. "They wanted to." She glanced meaningfully at the tattooed director. "But who needs another horror movie about teenagers getting stuck in a haunted house? There's a ton of those." She smiled proudly. "I took the writers out for a beer and convinced them to turn it into a reality show. They were really excited about it. And they promised to make the town look good."
"You trust them to keep their promises?" he asked, thinking hard. Maybe he could talk to Salvador and his lawyers and arrange something.
She regarded the motley film crew fondly. "Of course I trust them. They did Cannibal Clones with me. They're my buds. They wouldn't steer me wrong. Right, Larry?"
The tattooed man grimaced. "You still got those Toronto party pictures, Lizzie?"
Elizabeth's smile turned smug. "I sure do. And the Crown Attorney Office is on my speed dial."
Mr. Tattoo sighed. "Then I guess you can trust us."
She beamed with triumph. "Arcanum hopes to sell the pilot as a Halloween special. I'm sure the networks will love it. Halloween is such an underserved holiday."
Gabe pictured louche, urbane Salvador Acosta pitching a Halloween TV pilot. He'd pay real money to see that. Hell, maybe he should sell tickets.
"And I have an ace up my sleeve," she said, handing him papers.
He glanced at the document quickly. "A contract? For a house?"
"For this house. Don't worry, you have a lot of time to read the fine print. You're not buying the house until the sixth episode. It's our big finale." She turned toward the bespectacled man. "Larry, when are we filming the sixth episode?"
Mr. Tattoo didn't look up. "Wednesday."
"Okay, so that's not that much time. I'll e-mail you a copy so you can send it to your lawyer. It should be an easy read, since you're buying it as-is, no contingencies."
"I'm buying this house? For the show?"
"Yes. Liam will renovate it and do an expansion. We may even film a spin-off with a haunted house contractor." Her eyes narrowed. "Although we may have to reenact the chandelier scene."
"It's been several seconds, Lizzie," the tattooed man said.
"I'm coming," she shouted. "Sit down and relax, Gabe. We're almost done for the day, so you can book us the Middleburg Inn suite while you wait. I want to try out that headboard. But one thing first." She pulled a yellow piece of paper out of the stack and handed it to him. "Here. Make sure you take care of this."
The paper had a town seal on it and a bunch of handwritten gibberish.
"What is this?" he asked. All he could make out was the Historical Preservation Committee stamp.
"It's a citation. Your food trucks violated section twenty-two point one of the Historical Preservation Regulations. There's a town meeting tonight." Her eyes twinkled as she walked away. "Make sure you bring your checkbook. You've racke
d up some hefty fines."
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