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seconds he lost the battle. “Brandon Paul? Is that still an option
     for
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?”
    Kendall laughed — the happy lighthearted laughter that had once marked her world. “He’s more than an option. I talked to him
     yesterday. He’s in. We only have to work out the details with his agent, pull together a screenplay and a director.” She grinned
     at the men around her. “Monumental details like that.”
    Both Keith and Chase hesitated, but seeing Kendall and her father’s confidence, they both chuckled and the mood relaxed. They
     spent the next few moments talking about their families, their wives and kids. Keith was worried about his college-aged daughter,
     Andi, away at school in Bloomington, and Chase was concerned his wife might get tired of running things back in San Jose.
     But for the most part, life was good for the producers, and Kendall was glad. They would need to be strong. If their experience
     was like hers, Hollywood life would test them sorely.
    The meeting lasted another thirty minutes while they worked out specific details of the financing and repayment plan for
The Last Letter
. They discussed how Kendall would look for additional investors for
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as well. The budget would be considerably higher because of Brandon Paul, but because of her father Kendall was very connected
     with Hollywood’s wealthy elite — people looking for film projects to invest in. She knew she’d find someone.
    When the guys left, everyone shared hugs. Kendall hugged Chase last, and not until she was in his arms did she realize with
     great alarm something that hadn’t occurred to her before.
    Chase’s athletic build was the same as that of Kendall’s ex-husband.
    She drew back quickly, though not quickly enough to let on what she felt. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she hurried through
     one last round of good-byes.
    Even before the producers reached the end of the hall, Kendall’s father kissed her cheek. “I have to check on another meeting
     down the hall. Will you be here?”
    “No.” She still felt flustered, dizzy almost. “I … I have an appointment in Laguna Beach with an investor.”
    She bid him good-bye and walked to the elevator, grateful no one else found their way into her car as she made her way down.
     Why hadn’t she seen it before, the physical resemblance between Jay Randolph and Chase Ryan?
    She hurried through the lobby and into the parking structure, and when she was alone in her car she leaned back against the
     headrest and closed her eyes.
God … let me get past this. Please.
She longed for a response. But there was none. And like that, the past played out again in her mind.
    The car accident had been horrific, one of the worst in recent history. It had nearly killed Jay, and the details that followed
     had nearly killed Kendall. Jay had been driving Kendall’s car. The head-on crash had taken place in a handful of seconds,
     long enough for a drunk driver in a work truck to cross the double yellow lines on Mulholland Drive and barrel head on into
     a speeding Jay. The mangled metal heaps that remained once the dust settled made it hard for rescue workers to know exactly
     how many victims they were working with.
    At first media reports had it that Kendall had been killed in the wreck. But she was working with Compassion International
     in Costa Rica when the frantic text messages began popping up on her phone.
    Are you alive?
    Are you okay?
    Thank God Jay’s alive!
    And dozens of promises to pray. She took a flight back that afternoon, and by the time her plane touched down everyone knew
     the truth.
    The dead body in the passenger seat of Kendall’s BMW was not Kendall, but rather the twenty-two-year-old model Jay had been
     secretly seeing. At almost the same time, another significant piece of information rose to the surface: the young woman had
     been eight months pregnant with Jay’s son.
    The story hit the news, of course, but to this day Kendall was grateful it