this one Liz swore had Oscar potential written all over it. It was an epic love story set in a time of the Apocalypse. The script was good, the love story was hot, but Oscar worthy? Travis didn’t see it.
But they were offering him a hell of a lot of money. It was the last movie Travis planned on doing. He already had more money than he could ever spend, and owned a slice of heaven on earth right here in Corona with his land and his horses. The extra money would guarantee that Lorelei had a secure future and he would never have to work again. He had never really enjoyed the bright lights of stardom. He planned to just go quietly into the proverbial night and live his life in peaceful quiet. Let one of the other up and coming heartthrobs take his place, he didn’t care.
It was bad enough he couldn’t go to the store without someone mobbing him, but he would never find someone to settle down with while he was still acting. All the Hollywood relationships he’d seen left a lot to be desired. Travis didn’t want or need to be in competition with his real life love interest. Rampant cheating and lies on both ends where as rampant as they were disheartening. And the media ate it up. Sure there were exceptions, but that wasn't the life he wanted. No more having his face plastered on magazines or billboards. No more having to answer questions or dispel rumors. No more needing security to keep the groupies at bay. All he needed was peace, solitude, a woman who loved him for himself and would help raise Lorelei.
Well, eventually. He was only thirty-two, no need to rush. Besides, he had a little girl to raise, and she was the most important thing in his life right now. He would raise her outside the deceptive glam and false glitter he had to deal with in his career. Lorelei deserved a real childhood, one he hadn’t been able to give his sister. This time, he was determined to get it right.
Chapter Two
Free wasn’t sure she wanted to be here at all. She took early childhood development seriously, she wasn’t too sure a movie star would. Free was only twenty-five, but she boasted a doctorate in Education with a focus on early childhood. It was her firm belief that children began learning from birth, and you could teach them so much more than the current education system allowed – far earlier, in fact. The human brain had an enormous capacity to learn before humans taught it to be lazy. It was her goal to start a small school for children from about six months through high school to prove it.
Unfortunately, that took money, and that was the one thing Free never really had much of. Before now, she never really needed much. She had won scholarships to private schools and college, her parents were academics who raised Free and her three brothers in something similar to a commune, where people didn’t own anything but shared with the collective. It had been a great way to grow up, at least she thought so, but she wanted more than to simply teach the children at Shangri-La, the sprawling mansion and grounds in which she had lived all her life. She wanted to spread her wings and experience life outside the compound walls. Yeah, she and the others had grown up, had left for school, but most of them came back and took their place in the community.
A couple of people never came back, and chose to live their lives immersed in the greed and selfishness of the outside. Free didn’t want that either. She simply wanted to prove her hypothesis. To do that, she needed to find her own space, set up a school outside the one that the elders at Shangri-La had offered her. The people who lived in the commune tended to all be of exceptional intelligence, teaching their own children from birth, and encouraged learning in all
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