The rest of the week went by and so far the truce was holding up and rehearsals were going along smoothly. It was evening and Max was working late in his office while Fran and Maggie were watching "The Pajama Game" movie version.

"Good thing you don't have to sing, huh Fran," laughed Maggie as they watched Doris Day on screen belt out a tune.

Throwing popcorn at Maggie, Fran replied, "Haha, you think you're so funny. Who ever thought about doing a musical with no music anyway?"

"Daddy, that's who," Maggie smirked back. "At least you get a cute love interest in the play."

"Yes, my Sid Sorokin is a babe," winked Fran. "He is one good-looking man. It' s going to be fun working with him."

Max had come out of his office and caught the tail end of Fran and Maggie's conversation, and didn't like it one bit. He took it as his cue to interrupt.

"Ahem, Maggie shouldn't you be in bed it is a school night," questioned Max as he walked into the living room.

"Yes, daddy. See ya tomorrow Fran, this was fun," Maggie said as she rushed upstairs.

"And you Miss Fine, you need to get some rest too. Early rehearsal call tomorrow don't forget," Max said.

"Let's take it from Act One- Scene Eight, folks," yelled the director as rehearsals were half way through for the day.

"Oh, finally getting to some juicy stuff," winked Fran to her co-star. "…the kissing scene."

"And don't forget you cook for me in this scene," he retorted back with a grin.

"Oy! Don't remind me," Fran replied.

"Enough chit-chat, let's start the scene already," bellowed the director.

"G'nug already. Well 'Sid' I guess we should get this show on the road," Fran smirked as the cast began acting out the scene.

Max of course happened to had the luck of walking in just in time to witness the on stage kiss.

'Good God, they're kissing!' he thought. It definitely didn't look like a 'stage' kiss to him!

"That was very good, Fran," the director said. "Let's take a break now, and let our stars rest their lips for awhile."

Fran happily jumped off the stage and ran over toward Max. "Hey, did you see my big kissing scene?" she asked.

"Uh, yes, as a matter of fact I did," Max replied. "Don't you think you're overdoing it a bit?"

Fran looked at him. "No, I think it's fine. Trust me, Mr. Sheffield, if there's one thing I know about, it's kissing." She winked.

"Yes, well, be that as it may," Max said cautiously. "I still think the kiss should be more of a peck than a real kiss."

"Oh, come on," Fran said with a laugh. "You're not, by any chance, jealous are you?"

"Of course not!" Maxwell said, offended. "I'm merely trying to offer you some advice based on my many years of theater experience."

"Oh, right," Fran said sarcastically. "I was NOT born yesterday. Look, Mr. Sheffield, it's just a stupid little stage kiss. It's nothing to get upset over."

"Well....OK," Max said. "But there's just one thing I'd really like to know, just out of curiosity. You're not thinking of going out with Greg, are you?"

"Actually, he did ask me out for a bite to eat after rehearsal. Why?" Fran asked.

"No reason," Max lied. "It's just that I've seen what can happen when co-stars get together, and it usually doesn't work out."

"It's just lunch," Fran said. "I've got to admit that this jealous streak of yours is kind of attractive, but it's getting old." With that, she went off to go meet her co-star.

Max had enough for one day, and decided to retreat home early to finish up the working day.

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Coming up...Fran's lunch with Greg