Former child actress, Danielle "Dani" Winter, left Hollywood to transform an old cinema into a dinner theater, seeing the project as her chance to take control of her future. The middle-of-nowhere location in Wisconsin is a perfect escape from backstabbing celebrity friends. The small town welcomes her help with open arms, but one man questions her plan.
After unsuccessful writing stints on both coasts, Paul Howell returns home to New Hope. He's shocked to discover that his sister has sold the family business to a beautiful woman. With the encouragement of his neighbors, he reluctantly agrees to write Dani's next musical.
Working together, they discover more similarities than differences and grow close. When Dani's former best friend and America's sweetheart, Kara Kensington arrives, their blossoming relationship is threatened in more ways than one.
Dani poked her head through the slim opening and lifted her
gaze.
Her blue eyes sparkled. He ran a hand through his hair. Waiting to enter the office filled him with dread from a childhood of being called to task in the very spot. He couldn’t use the same excuse for stalling today.
“Hi, Paul, what’s up?”
“I wanted to chat with you.” He cleared his throat. “About the other night.”
“Great, me too.” She pushed open the door and retreated. “Come in.”
As he stepped over the threshold, he scanned the room, his nose twitching. A faint hint of drying paint pierced the space. The tiny office was transformed into a light, bright, and airy refuge. The oak paneling and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves behind the desk were painted pale blue. “Wow, the room looks great.”
“Thanks, I had time over the weekend and wanted to make the office mine.” She sat behind the desk.
“You certainly have.” He settled in the chair opposite. Leaning back, the old wooden seat groaned. Shifting forward, he pressed both hands against his thighs and perched on the edge. He didn’t quite fit. For the thousandth time, he reconsidered his plan. Did he need absolute clarification about the Fourth of July? If Kara Kensington had been in town, he would have heard. The Higginbothams, running the only hotel for a hundred miles, would have shared the news. Shirley would have said something. He discovered no proof Kara had been on stage.
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