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“But it’s the best he’s ever done?”
She grips the wheel tight in frustration. “Yes.”
“So what scene are they on?”
She visibly pales and glances over at me. “It’s like you’re cursed.”
Of course.
“Listen, I know technically Lucas is your employer but if he’s not listening to you anyway, I’m giving you the night off. Take it.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Nova finds her turn, and it takes the better part of twenty minutes during sundown to get to the set. By the time we do, I gawk at the sight ahead. While the El Paso desert is the perfect backdrop to the scene, it’s pitch black now aside from the set lights. Our headlights barely help the visual on the road ahead, and it’s a bit creepy as we approach, nothing but the breeze drifting through the car. All we can hear is silence as we head toward the stadium-like illumination surrounded in a sea of nothingness.
“This is creepy.”
“Agreed,” Nova says. “I’ll be happy when we get back to LA.”
I turn to look behind us, and all I see is black.
“I don’t know how I feel about you going back down that road alone.”
She timidly lifts a shoulder, “Uh, I won’t be.”
“Crew?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, good for you. Who is he?”
“She.”
My jaw drops. “Nova, how in the hell did I not know this? I thought you were straight.”
“I was?”
I cross my arms. “Explain.”
“It’s my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. At first, it was out of revenge and then it wasn’t. Sounds like a plot, right? I’m a terrible person.” She parks the car at the edge of the motorcade and briefly palms her face. “I think I’m in love with her.”
“Can’t be wrong if it makes you happy,” I tell her. “And be happy, Nova. Be so happy and cherish these firsts, you won’t get them again.”
When she remains quiet, I glance her way.
“What?”
“Okay, so he’s being impossible, but you two are different. You can get through to him.”
“It’s not Lucas.”
That statement is my mantra, my saving grace, my hope, and my deniability.
She reaches over and pulls me into a hug. “Well then, I hope like hell you can get through to Nikki Rayo.”
When I reach the set, I stand behind Wes and the cinematographer as they both chat with the man who unmistakably is the AD Lucas fought with, evidenced by the swollen nose and fresh black eyes. Cringing at the amount of damage, I survey the scene and easily find Lucas sitting inside a seventies model Coupe de Ville behind Adriana—who is parked sideways in a similar car.
