What I’m not going to tell him is that I’ve watched it three times.
He leans even closer, his mouth right by my ear. “I bet you look good in pointy ears.”
I punch him on the leg as he laughs quietly, his shoulders shaking.
He keeps teasing me, making comments here and there as we watch.
“I don’t get it,” he says, leaning back in his chair when they’ve called cut and the actors are getting touch-ups and costume adjustments.
“The show?” I ask him.
“Yeah, what’s the appeal?”
“You’re coming in for the fourth season. There are three seasons leading up to this one, and it’s hard to get the full picture like this—with all the stopping, and without the special effects.”
“I still don’t get it.”
I tilt my head to the side, fixing him with a glare. “You know what? I’m going to make you watch the entire show.”
“Oh gosh,” he groans, swiping a hand down his face.
“That’s right. You’re going to come to my house and sit on my couch, and we’re going to watch it.”
“Will there be Chinese food?”
“I’ll consider it,” I say.
The corner of his mouth pulls upward. “It’s a date.”
I look away then, feeling my cheeks heat.
I walked right into that one.
He nudges my shoulder. “Look at them,” he says, pointing toward Bailey and River standing just off set.
River says something, and Bailey laughs. He places a hand on her waist, drawing her in a little closer. It’s an easy, familiar kind of closeness—the kind that doesn’t feel like it’s being thought about at all, like it’s simple.
Luke leans in toward me. “This is going to be good for our careers, you know.”
I turn to him, blinking. “What?”
“Having this one under our belts. People will talk,” he says.
I nod slowly, because he’s right. If we manage to come out of this unscathed, it’ll do a lot for both of us.
I glance back at Bailey and River, still standing there like the rest of the world isn’t watching.
And then they’re called back to set, and the moment is over.
Luke kept mocking the show while we were watching them film, so to punish him for his crimes, I’m making him start season one tonight.
It’s very much not a date, because he’s sitting on one end of the couch, and I’m on the other, plates of Chinese food on our laps.
I’m calling it a work meeting, since he should probably know more about his client’s show than he does. Which, at this point, isn’t much. It took them nearly the entire day to film the celebratory dinner scene.
“What’s your plan for me if I still don’t like this show when we’re done?” he asks.
“I’ll probably have to rat you out to your client. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of him when he comes back to Harrow & Finch.”
