“And everything else.”
“You’re her favorite Oliver. As the youngest.”
At least his friend didn’t call him a Mama’s boy like his brothers did. “I know. And I try to take care of her. But I’ve gotta set more boundaries. Make my brothers do more for her.”
“Skip a Sunday dinner.”
“And lose my head?”
“They’ll be mad at you for a while.” Finn sighed. “I’ll shut up about this if you promise to think about it.”
“I promise. Now, I want to hear about Elise Preston.”
He glanced down at his beer. “What about her?”
“She’s on your mind. I can tell.”
“A lot’s happened. Long story short, she got a migraine when I was around.” He told Oliver about taking her to his house, the reiki treatment, and her overnight stay.
“Why do you say all that in a guilty tone? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Do? No. Think about it? Yep. A lot.”
“Luckily, there’s no thought police around.”
Finn laughed.
“You’re good for me, Oliver.”
“As you are for me, buddy.”
* * *
Elise couldn’t concentrate at work. The migraine two nights ago had left her weakened, and even today, she felt shaky. Plus, the time with Finn stayed with her. How sweet he’d been. How he’d even helped her undress. The span of his shoulders. Those unusual gray eyes.
“Elise,” John Gorman, the director said when she missed a line. “Is something wrong today?”
“Migraine hangover.” They all knew about her debilitating headaches as she’d gotten them on set already.
“I’m sorry. Need a break?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes. I’ll lie down in my trailer and put a cold compress over my eyes.”
“Go ahead, honey. Forget about us out here.” He turned to the others. “I want to see…” He named three men in the next scene.
Elise walked slowly to her trailer which was located next to the medical trailer. Once inside, she did exactly as John hadsuggested—took some ibuprofen, got the cold pack out of the freezer and stretched out on the bed.
Again, her mind drifted…
Elise smiled over at Finn. His boyish hair was even more tousled and the sex had brought color to his cheeks. “Good morning.”
“’Morning. How do you look so good as soon as you wake up?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
Leaning over, he kissed her briefly on the mouth. “I had a wonderful time last night.”
She blushed. She’d come…three times. “Me, too.”
