by Jillian Dodd
Vincent Sharpe of A Breath Behind You Films is pleased to announce casting has commenced for the green-lit film, Another Day at the Lake, a remake of the Abby Johnston cult classic. Mr. Sharpe says, “While some roles have been cast, we’re looking for an unknown to play the role Abby Johnston originated. We’ll be doing nationwide open casting calls in many major cities. If you know someone who looks like the main character in the early version of the film, please message us. And be sure to check our website for details, but get ready Miami and New York, we’re coming to you first.”
The paper slips out of my hand and my knees start to give out. “This is brilliant.”
“And scary,” Garrett says quietly, grabbing my elbow so I don’t buckle to the ground. “Basically, he’s doing tryouts all over the country, but what he wants is someone to turn in your picture and tell him where to find you. On the website, it mentions they will do some surprise casting calls. As in, you can nominate someone without their knowing and he will show up, surprise them, and let them audition.”
“The good news is, I don’t really look that much like my mom.”
Garrett shakes his head and holds out a picture of my mom from the movie. She’s in a swimsuit. Her hair is in soft waves. She has a sweetness to her face that I never used to have. But coming here has changed me. Softened me, somehow.
“You do, Keatyn. Has anyone at school mentioned that?”
“My friends went to see one of Mom’s movies. When they came back, they said I remind them of her. Mostly that my voice and gestures are identical.” I start to panic. “What would I do if someone from school sent in my picture without me knowing and he showed up?”
“It’s my job to prepare for that possibility. Let’s go inside and order some breakfast. I have someone I want you to meet.”
I follow Garrett into the diner, my mind still spinning at the lengths Vincent’s going to in order to find me.
Garrett stops at a table, moves out of my line of sight, and says, “Meet your new babysitter, Cooper Steele.”
Cooper Steele stands up to shake my hand.
Holy hell.
Please tell me that babysitting involves him spending every single night in my room.
In my bed.
This guy is the definition of rugged hotness. Muscles on top of muscles, short buzzed hair, tattoos. He’s not quite six feet, but a woman could learn to love flats if her reward was that body.
He's wearing tailored black cargo pants and a tight white thermal shirt that allows me to see the outline of a buff chest and muscular shoulders.
Women in the diner are staring.
I look around. No, they're drooling. Imagining what's bulging where we can't see.
I lean around Garrett, shake his hand, and smile. “Hey, I’m Keatyn.”
He gestures to the seats across from him in the booth, so Garrett and I slide in.
A waitress comes over, filling our cups with steamy coffee and flirting with both Cooper and Garrett.
But the coffee is lukewarm compared to the man staring at me with intensity.
She takes our orders and then Garrett says, “Cooper is your new interim soccer coach and will be teaching Health class.”
Clearly, I’m going to be needing private lessons on drilling the ball into the net.
“We already have a soccer coach.”
“She just got an amazing offer. Seems it’s always been her dream to teach soccer to underprivileged children. A charitable foundation, conveniently, just offered her that dream. Six months of handing out soccer balls in third world countries. The catch was that she has to leave tomorrow. When she hesitated about leaving her girls with no coach, Cooper was recommended. His soccer experience, combined with the urgency of the offer and outstanding references, allowed for a quick hire.”
“You don’t really look like a soccer player,” I say to Cooper Steele.
Cooper gives me a barely perceptible squint of his eyes, but doesn’t respond.
Garrett continues. “He played on the United States Under-20 Men’s National Team, which qualified for the World Cup. Graduated with honors from Brown University, and is an accomplished MMA fighter.”
I look at Cooper. He gives me a teeny smirk. One that is supposed to irritate me, but I’m not sure how it could. The smirk brings out the beginnings of a sexy set of dimples.
“So, I don’t get it.”
“You told me she was smart,” Cooper scoffs.
Garrett turns to me. “With the letter I just showed you, the possibility of Vincent showing up randomly at Eastbrooke has increased exponentially. I want someone on site to help protect you.”
The waitress interrupts us by delivering our food. After she leaves, I say, “So you’re basically my bodyguard? Just how old are you, anyway?”
“He’s twenty-three,” Garrett says. “He’s also the son of a decorated military man and is an expert marksman.”
“So he’ll have a gun with him at all times?”
“Obviously, he can’t.”
“Garrett, if you hired him to protect me, that means I’m paying him to protect me. I’d love to know what I’m getting for my money. A soccer player who knows how to throw a punch and kick the shit out of guy in a ring, and would be a good shot if he had a gun, doesn’t really make me feel all that safe.”
“Fine. I pulled him out of the Farm.”
“The Farm?”
“Yes, he was currently at the top of his class, training to be a CIA agent.”
Damn.
“That makes me feel better.”
“Obviously, what I just shared with you is confidential.”
I nod at Garrett and look at Cooper. “Is this something you want to do? Do you feel this is beneath you?”
He shakes his head. “I’m honored that I was recruited for something of this nature. I hadn’t really considered the commercial side of things.”
I laugh. “In other words, I’m paying him very well?”
“Basically,” Garrett says. “And I’m always on the lookout for people that fit into my organization. The fact that he is young and just a soccer coach means no one will think twice about him.”
“How involved is he going be? How much are we supposed to interact?”
“I know you don’t want a traditional bodyguard and I don’t think one is necessary at this point. Remember when the school office got broken into and you thought Vincent was there?”
“Yes.”
“He’s the cavalry, Keatyn. I want someone on site if something goes down.”
I scrutinize Cooper some more. “Smile for me.”
He looks at me kinda funny, but then the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile, popping out those adorable dimples. I shake my head. “Vincent is going to be the least of your worries. You should be more worried about fending off underage schoolgirls that are used to getting anything they want.”
Garrett looks at his watch. “Okay, you need to get back to school. When Cooper is announced as your new coach, use your acting skills and pretend to be surprised. And be on guard. Always. And pay attention. If you hear anyone talking about Vincent’s announcement, go straight to Cooper. He’ll get you out of there safely.”
“Got it.”
Vincent’s company is inundated with photos of girls who someone thinks could be the next Abby Johnston. Vincent personally sorts through them all every night after work, lest one of his incompetent employees miss her.
Still she’s nowhere to be found.
It’s been over three weeks since they were together in Miami. Three long weeks of looking at pictures of imposters.
Remembering she mentioned being at a school, he decides to take things a step further.
Right after drama class is finished, my teacher pulls me aside.
“Keatyn, I don’t know if you’ve heard about this yet, but there’s a nationwide search going on for an Abby Johnston look-alike to star in a remake of one of her movies. I just got this letter about it today. Looks
like this producer, Vincent Sharpe, is sending them to drama departments all over the country.”
Holy shit.
He continues. “I was thinking of nominating you. You have the look and you’re quite talented. A natural, really.”
Maintain your breathing, Keatyn.
Don't show him that you are internally freaking the fuck out.
“Um, I’d prefer that you didn’t. I’m not ready yet.”
“Actually, I think you are ready. You're one of my most talented students.”
This temporarily stops me from freaking out.
“Really?” He thinks I’m talented? Ohmigawd, that’s so awesome.
“Yes. Have you ever thought of making a career out of acting?”
Don't say yes. Have a worthy profession in mind. A doctor. Like you told Dawson’s mom.
“No, sir, I want to be a doctor. Like, a pediatric doctor. Um, probably specializing in children's cancer. I want to save lives.”
“Oh, well, that's a noble profession.”
“Yes, sir, and it's my dream. I had a, um, cousin who died from it. His passing affected me deeply. I want to devote my life to the cause. But acting is a fun creative outlet. I also love ceramics and painting.”
Ohmigawd, I am such a liar!
“Okay, well, then we probably won't be needing this, huh?”
“No, sir. Definitely not.”
He wads it into a ball and tosses it into the trash then goes over to deal with something on stage.
I wait until he's not looking then pretend to put my gum in the trash but, instead, I grab the letter and stuff it into my bag.
I run out of the auditorium. Straight to Cooper’s office.
I barge through his door, flushed from running. Whitney’s leaning over his shoulder, pointing to a paper on his desk.
I must have a wild-eyed expression because Cooper says to her, “Miss Clarke, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut our meeting short. I think we covered most everything anyway.” He quickly escorts her to the door.
After he shuts the door, he holds a finger up to his lips, telling me to keep quiet.
He opens his door back up and totally busts Whitney for still standing there.
“Come with me, Keatyn,” he says, holding his hand out to me. “Let’s get you to the nurse.”
Cooper and I walk up the hill to the nurse’s office, but don’t go in the door. Instead, he pulls me behind the building.
“What’s wrong?”
I fish the paper out of my bag and show him.
“It’s addressed to the drama department.”
“Yes, they were sent to high school drama departments nationwide.”
“This guy is really smart.”
“I know. He’s brilliant. The director pulled me aside and said he was going to nominate me.”
Cooper’s body quickly goes from relaxed to rigid and ready to strike. “Did he?”
“No. He asked me if I was interested.”
“What did you say?!”
“Lied. Told him some bullshit story about a cousin dying and how I wanted to be a pediatrician not an actor. That I’m not interested.”
“Did he buy it?”
“Yeah. I think so. He said I guess we won’t be needing this and threw it in the trash. I got it out.”
“You get to soccer. I’m going to call Garrett then I’ll see if I can take the director out for a beer.”
“We have dress rehearsal tonight.”
“All the more reason the man will need a beer later.”
“Okay.”
I bite my lip to keep from crying.
He pats my back. “It’ll be okay. I’ll make sure.”
I walk like I’m going toward the field house, but I can’t. I’m close to a breakdown.
I’m not a good enough actress to pretend anymore.
Because, all of a sudden, it doesn’t feel as safe here anymore.
And I really don’t want to have to leave.
I make a beeline for the chapel, knowing no one will be there.
I sit in a pew, crying and praying out loud. “Please don’t let it happen. Please don’t let anyone do it. Please don’t let him find . . .”
Aiden sits down next to me. “Don’t let him find who?”
My eyes get huge. What did I just say? What was I praying? What did he hear?
“Um, what did you just hear?”
“I heard what you just said. Please don’t let him find . . .”
“My friend. The friend I told you about before.”
“Did something happen to her?”
I close my eyes, fighting back more tears, but I can’t. I cover my face and start sobbing.
Aiden immediately pulls me into his chest and runs his hand down the back of my hair.
I get all my crying out of my system.
Then I look up at him and say, “You should be at football.”
“And you should be at soccer. Tell me what happened.”
I shake my head. “Nothing. She’s fine. It was just another scare. It shook me up, I guess. And I’m upset about something else.”
“What?”
“My little sister is turning three, and I’m going to miss her party.”
“Why?”
“Um, well, because her party is Monday. We have school.”
“Are they in France?”
“Not right now. My stepdad has business in Vancouver, so they’re celebrating there.”
He nods at me. “So, you should go. You can miss a couple of days of school. And the play will be over. It’s perfect timing. Heck, I’ll go with you if you want.”
“Oh, um, that’s really nice of you, Aiden, but it’s not necessary.”
“Does that mean you’ll go by yourself?”
I smile at him. “Yeah. You’re right. I should go.”
“I’m serious. If you change your mind and want company, I’ll go with you.”
“Thanks, Aiden.”
As we stand up, he hands me a crumpled piece of paper. “I think you dropped this.”
“Thanks,” I say, automatically. But then I see that it’s Vincent’s letter.
I can’t speak.
“Are you thinking about doing this? You do kinda resemble her. And you want to act. This could be your big break.”
“No!” I yell at him. “I don’t want a break! I don’t look anything like her. I changed my mind. I don’t like being in the play. In fact, I hate it! I’m never acting again.”
He watches my outburst.
“Um, okay. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Not really.”
He grabs my hands and puts his forehead against mine. “You can trust me, Boots. You can tell me anything.”
I stare into his emerald eyes and know deep within my soul that what he says is true. I know I can trust him. I want to trust him.
But I can’t.
I wipe my eyes and say, “I have to get to soccer. Cooper will have my ass. Probably make me run stairs or something.”
“Yeah, I should get going too. You sure you’re okay?”
I take a deep breath.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
I hope.
Abby sees the news about Vincent’s nationwide search, and it throws her into a panic. She immediately calls Garrett. “How in the world are you going to keep her safe with this going on?”
“You’re going to have to trust me, Abby. I’m doing everything I can to keep both of you safe.”
“We’re being watched all the time.”
“Because they expect her to show up. And she won’t. However, Keatyn mentioned that he called her Abby when she saw him in New York.”
“Can he not tell the difference between us anymore? Has he really gone off the deep end?” Abby asks.
“I could make up a lot of excuses for why he did. None of them are logical. I thought his obsession would ease, that he’d move on.”
“But instead he’s becoming more obsessed.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think he might want you both, when the time comes. He could use one of you to lure the other out.”
“So maybe I should just go walk into his office and let him have me.” Garrett chuckles. “Why are you laughing?”
“Because your daughter said the exact same thing. You’re safe in Vancouver, Abby.”
“I had a dream—a premonition,” she lies. “That Tommy got shot by Vincent. Then he came for me. I can’t have my babies live without at least one parent. I refuse to travel with Tommy to and from work—starting now.”
This happens at the same time Keatyn tells Cooper she’s making a surprise trip to Vancouver for Gracie’s birthday.
“Second thing, I’m going to Vancouver on Monday for my sister’s birthday party.”
“The hell you are.”
“No, I am.”
“With everything that’s going on, you want to go to the one place that he will expect you to turn up eventually?”
“Yeah, but here’s the thing. He’s going to be in Miami this Saturday, Sunday, and Monday doing auditions. He won’t be anywhere near Vancouver.”
Cooper closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I’m sure he’ll have someone at the airport. He can find out what airport you came from and pinpoint where you’ve been.”
“So we’ll take different flights. Different charters. Switch airports. That’s what we did when I came here.”
“No. No way.”
“Cooper, it's my life. My decision.”
“I can't let you do this.”
“You don't have a choice. I’m going. With or without you.” Then I soften my voice because I want him to know. “But I’d feel safer if it was with you.”
“God, you’re stubborn. Fine. I'll figure out a way. But it will be just you and me, no one else. You can't tell anyone.”
“I won’t.”
“I’ll work out the details. We’ll have to leave very early Monday morning.”
I smile at him as I walk out the door. “Whatever you say, Cooper.”
Keatyn has a scare after her last drama performance.
