If I’m being honest, I’m more than honored. I’m thrilled! Beau is not really a TV-watching kind of guy. But spending time with him has shown me a whole host of his interests. The manlovespublic radio, especially the early-morning local programming that’s all in Cajun French. He listens on his phone in my bedroom when I’m in the bathroom getting ready, and I hear him singing along with the music or muttering in French to something the show’s host says.
I don’t understand a word, but it’s adorable.
Beau: So far, I’ve seen three episodes of Hexed. It’s odd, but I enjoy it.
I bite my lip.
Me: Odd?
I’d like to just stare at my phone, but I also have to actually eat during lunch. We’ll be filming until six tonight. I open the mini fridge and take out the lunch Ramon packed for me this morning.
It was always something Moira insisted on. The studio caters breakfasts and lunches for the cast and crew, but she never wanted me to eat from the spread.
No portion control,she’d griped.And you might as well just ask for food poisoning with all that sitting out and God knows who picking over it.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell Ray not to worry about packing lunch. From what I’ve seen on the tables, there’s plenty of choice and lots of healthy options.
A little rush spikes in my blood. This has happened a lot over the last few days. A little thrill of rebellion like the heady high of a teenager sneaking out or taking the car without permission.
Except I’m not a teenager. I never went through a rebellious stage, but that isn’t what this is. This is about claiming my independence.
Beau: Not odd in a bad way. Just watching you. On the screen, you’re you, but you’re also not you.
I grin.
Me: It’s called “acting.” Maybe you’ve heard of it?
Beau: Grivoise
Me: What’s that mean?
I dig into my grilled chicken salad, but I never take my eyes off the screen.
Beau: Sassy. And that I do see in your character. When her sass comes out, I see you.
My grin pulls wider.
Me: Is that a bad thing?
Beau: It’s a really good thing. I love it.
That one word sets my heart thumping.
Beau: How many episodes are there?
Me: Three seasons with 22 each, so 66.
Sixty-six episodes seems like a lot when I type it out like that, but those years went by in a flash. I’ve enjoyed making the movie, but the routine of the show was comforting. We’re getting toward the end of production, and I’m growing more and more anxious about what’s next.
Beau: I need to pace myself.
I blink and reread his text.
Me: What do you mean?
Seconds pass and no dots appear. I take a few bites, roll my shoulders, and try to relax a little before we have to start up again.
Beau: So I can hold onto a part of you when you’re gone.
