Page 42 of Keeping Zita

“One.”

Zita frowned. “In the morning?”

He smirked. “Yeah.”

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed, sitting up. But Sage kept his arm around her, holding her so she couldn’t immediately leap up from the chair.

“Easy. It’s okay. You want me to take you back to the motel now? Or do you want to go back to sleep? I have to get up in a few hours and head to base for PT, but when I get back, we could go out for breakfast or something. You don’t have to be on set today, right?”

She was still half asleep, but it was hard to believe Sage was inviting her to stay in his apartment while he went to work out. For two people who hadn’t planned on anything but a simple movie date, things sure were moving quickly.

“I might go by the set later to make sure everything’s okay as they’re packing up, but no, I don’t have to be there at the regular time.”

“So you’ll stay? You can stay here in the chair, or you can sleep in a guest room.”

“Here,” she said, then yawned.

“You want me to get up?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry I missed the movie.”

“It’s okay. But I want to see the next one.”

“And the next Star Wars junkie has been created.”

“Maybe. I’m reserving judgement.”

“Thanks for being so cool about this. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“It’s okay. You were tired.”

“Yeah. You comfortable? Too hot? Too cold?”

“Perfect.”

“Good. Close your eyes and get some more sleep. I’ll probably wake you up when I have to leave, but just ignore me and go back to sleep.”

“M’kay.”

Zita swore she felt Sage’s lips on her forehead, but she was too tired to open her eyes to see for sure. All she knew was that she was warm and comfortable. She fell asleep with the scent of Sage in her nostrils and a feeling of contentment in her soul.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“She’s still at your place?” Buck asked. “Is that smart?”

“Zita’s not going to steal anything. Hell, she doesn’t even have a car,” Obi-Wan said, feeling irritated with his copilot.

“No, I meant, is it smart for you to get any closer? It’s obvious you feel something for her, but she lives in California. It’s already kind of hard to have any kind of relationship with us doing what we do, but with someone who lives on the other side of the country? I’d imagine that’s near impossible.”

His friend was right. A relationship with Zita probably wasn’t smart, but Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the train he was on now even if he wanted to…which he didn’t. He liked Zita. Admired her. Wanted to be around her every moment he could get.

He’d been surprised when he’d woken up in the middle of the night from a sound sleep with Zita still in his lap. More surprising was how much he’d enjoyed it. Leaving her to head to the base for PT was actually difficult, which made him realize how much it was going to suck when the movie was done filming and Zita went back to California.

They’d both have some decisions to make about the two of them, but for now, he was going to enjoy her company when and where he could.

“Obi-Wan?” Buck asked, bringing him back to the present. “What are you thinking about the future for you guys?”