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“No. That’s a wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up on the twenty-seventh for close up shots and some transitions with your doubles.” Then he turned to one of his assistants, already moving on to the next thing on his agenda.
I glanced up at Kane to see him also staring at the director with a stunned expression.
“He’s keeping that in the movie?” I hissed.
After a moment, Kane seemed to break out of his trance and roared with laughter.
I couldn’t help but see the hilarity in the situation, and I found myself laughing so hard that tears streamed down my cheeks. Even though the dialogue between us felt real, and would need to be revisited, breaking up the heavy with the lighthearted was very cleansing. But as I calmed down, I wondered if Kane’s solution would be enough to heal the rift between us. And I was reeling from what he’d said right before he kissed me. Had he meant it? Or was he just adding something for effect in the movie scene? Before I was forced to deal with this situation, I needed to think. “I’m going to head home. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” I murmured, giving him a soft smile, so he knew I wasn’t dismissing what had just happened.
“I don’t think so,” he muttered. The next thing I knew, I was tossed over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Then Kane marched off the set.
“Hey! Put me down!” I snapped.
“Not happening.”
I tried reasoning next. “Wardrobe is going to kick our asses if we leave in these clothes.”
“Don’t care.”
“Help!” I shouted. When my plea only resulted in a few chuckles and the rest of the people ignoring what was happening, I yelled, “This is kidnapping!”
There were a few chuckles, and Merry Christmases, but no one made a move to help. “I hope you all get coal in your stocking!” I shouted. We exited the building into the morning sunshine and headed who the fuck knew where. I was facing backward, after all.
I glanced down and smirked.Not a terrible view.
Five
KANE
Once we were outside, Scarlett settled down, probably accepting that squirming and squalling for help wouldn’t do her any good.
I went straight to my trailer and stomped up the steps before flinging the door open. Sheldon, my PA, was sitting at the small table in the kitchenette, typing on his computer. “Out,” I grunted as I carried Scarlett inside.
Sheldon hopped up and shut his computer, then skedaddled right out.
“That was rude,” Scarlett huffed.
I flipped her over into my arms and gently set her on the couch. “Like walking away from a serious discussion before it’s finished?” Her cheeks heated, and I lost my focus for a second. Scarlett was one of the most confident women I’d ever met. I could count on one hand the times I’d seen her blush. And fuck, was it sexy. Especially when I knew that pretty pink would spread down her whole body when she was in the throes of passion.
There would be plenty of time for that later. I needed to get my head on straight, so I thought about anything that would make my dick limp and softened it enough for me to put mymind somewhere other than what it was going to feel like to slide inside Scarlett’s pussy.
For fuck’s sake, Remington. Stop thinking with the wrong head.
I took a deep breath and met Scarlett’s amber eyes. She looked hesitant, but not closed off—and there was a glimmer in their depths that bolstered my belief that this would work out, eventually.
“It was a lot to take in,” she said. “I thought it would be good to take some time and digest it before we talked again. I wasn’t avoiding the discussion.”
I believed her. That wasn’t my problem.
“I know that. But I also know you better than you think I do, and I’m not about to let you spend the night talking yourself into making us both miserable.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Baby,” I sighed as I sat down beside her. “You are one of the most level-headed people I’ve ever met. Until it comes to you and me.” I scratched my head and mused, “I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one.” Then I shrugged. “Regardless, I’m not going to let you get inside your head where the irrational part of you tries to justify bullshit.”
Most people would have been offended by that assessment, but Scarlett relaxed back into the cushions and muttered, “Fine then, Mr. Remington. Was there more that you wanted to say?”
I almost snorted a laugh and told her there was much more I’d rather do, but I doubted that would help with anything. “There are many things I’d like to say, Ms. Cassidy. But how about I start with some news I received today? Then we can revisit the bomb I clearly dropped on you earlier.”
