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I flip through my pages for tomorrow while my foot bounces. All this luxury, and I’m still nervous.
Lorraine’s on her way to meet with me about “an opportunity,” she said. Of course, I’ll hear her out, but I don’t want an opportunity that takes me far away. Not now. Not with this shit with Derek and keeping my family safe.
And with Cade gone.
And with Silas here.
I’m nervous as fuck because he’s coming by too. He finally found the spare key to the boat I bought, and instead of sending it to me like a normal business transaction, I invited him to come to set.
Because this ain’t business.
Every day I think about him. And Cade. Since I can’t have her, why don’t I feel guilty about wanting to be with him too?
If there weren’t so much history, this would’ve been done weeks ago. I’ve never had these feelings for another man, not like this, and I couldn’t have resisted him this long.
But there is Cade.
And I don’t feel guilty. I’m waiting on her. I respect her. I love her and miss her.
There are photos on my phone of her that I scroll through every day. There’s a framed picture of her on my dresser. I took it when she was last lying beside me in bed. She was giggling because I know her ticklish spot (her right thigh), and damn, she’d stop a war with her laugh. And she left panties and a T-shirt in the dryer. They’re in my top drawer, waiting for her to come home. Like I am, too.
I get that she needs time. I had my chance, so she deserves hers. And I don’t know what that means for our future—if we even have one.
But right now, she gave me and Silas her blessing.
And with the way I’m feeling, I have to do this.
It’s starting to drive me crazy. Not to drink. But damn, I need to fuck. I can do it all day to my fist. Thoughts of Cade will get me there in minutes. But now thoughts of Silas float into my mind, too, and desire crawls beneath my skin, clawing to get out.
I can imagine how damn good it would feel if I ever get to satisfy this urge. It’s more than the need for sex. It’s like my soul is begging to feel better.
I don’t know if Silas still feels the same way. But I need that boat key. And I need to find out.
Tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap. The distinct knock on my trailer door isn’t the P.A. calling me to set. I’m done for the day. That’s Lorraine’s knock.
“Come in!” I shout and look up to see her whoosh in with a grin from ear to ear.
“You like the digs?” she asks, admiring her lavish gesture.
“I’m fine in a pop-up tent.”
“No, you’re not. You’re the first on the call sheet and too damn famous and sexy to sit out where all the tourists are looking for you.”
Our show, The Band, shooting here in Georgia, has whipped up my fans, and it’s a constant battle keeping them from trying to sneak on set.
“Want a drink?” I get up and grab her a bottle from my refrigerator. A Cheerwine soda. It’s her favorite.
“Thanks.” She takes it and a seat.
“You’re killing me with the suspense.” I flop back down on the sofa. “What’s this opportunity? And please tell me it ain’t filming in London or Madrid.”
“Nope.” Three long sips she takes, milking the tension and her next ask. “It’s something that might be filmed here. Interested now?”
“Is it your show, too?”
“Of course.”
I lean back. “Pitch.”
