CHAPTER 9
“Look,” Jeff pointed at the three cameras ranged around the television studio kitchen. “That is a live, national feed. No second takes. No redo. Just a three second delay. If I screw up, over twenty-million people see it even if they may not hear it.”
Phillip eyed the trio of blank, glass eyes warily and, for once, kept his silence.
“You have three options. My preference, get the hell out until I’m done, but you’ve already turned that down.”
“Leave?” Phillip shook off the hypnosis of the cameras and placed an open hand dramatically over his heart. “Not until I change your mind, just like I told you last night. EMS needs you. Until then, we’re the infamous Siamese Musketeers, bonded at the hip once again. And Amanda makes three.”
Phillip winked then settled next to Mandy on o
