"You never know. This film could be the making of you! I certainly hope so! And now I really must be getting along before all the good that blaze did ...or me goes to waste! Goodbye everyone!"She slipped off into the night with the good wishes of the film crew ringing in her ears and was soon out of earshot of them all as they prepared to tidy up and leave the Heath in the same pristine state that they had found it in earlier in the night.The lovely Veronica had a choice before her now. It would. A slam. The walls shuddered. “Mia!” bellowed Baun’s delectable deep voice.Thank God. Mia exhaled, the tension sucked from her bones. Grabbing the handle of her cleaning supplies’ carrier, she made her way up the stairs and entered the kitchen. Baun’s toned legs stemmed from the stainless steel refrigerator door, light washing them whiter than they were. The door shut. “There you are!” A white tank showed off the long muscles in Baun’s tattooed arms as she popped a piece of cantaloupe in. But he was hardly a flaming rebel and probably, given the choice, would have stayed out of the thing and chased girls as he pursued the law. There had been talk of sending him to the college of New Jersey before the revolution exploded his world. His family was thoroughly divided, almost all the older generation loyal to the king while the young man and many of his cousins either favored the rebellion or tried to maintain some sort of reluctantly neutral status. Two of his father's kinfolk had. He’ll come home at a reasonable hour. I’m glad for him to have a harmless, little diversion.But the thought of him and Ellen together makes you jealous.I can’t help it. I know I’m a complete hypocrite.I am, too. I can barely stand to share you with Mark. The thought of Ellen or one of the others with another man makes me crazy.What about Carol?It was really hard at first. I cried for a while. Now I’ve accepted that that’s how she is. I approach her being with other guys in a business-like way..