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“No. I mean. I’d like to.” Being around Landon reduces me to a teenage girl with a bad crush on the football star. I really need to get over that.
Now, that smile I admire so much spreads, showing off his straight white teeth and making his stunning eyes shine. “I’ll meet you here.”
There’s so much more to say, but the assistant director starts calling for places.
“I’ve got to go.” There’s no reason to say it. He knows. I just want one more moment of conversation.
Landon walks over and runs his knuckles along my cheek. “It’s really good to see you, Grace. Seeing you makes me wish I had tried harder two years ago.”
His voice sends a shockwave through my body that rockets directly to my pussy. Another call for places, and my cheeks are on fire. I take his hands and squeeze them. “See you later?”
I don’t wait for a reply. I run through the studio, grab my camera, and quickly set up for the afternoon scene.
Somehow the holly and fake snow aren’t quite as offensive.
CHAPTERTWO
LANDON
Grace Lane brings both joy and regret to my heart. I’m packing up my van with all the chafing dishes and service ware. I’ve got the industrial refrigerator stocked with fruit, yogurt, and granola for tomorrow. The bakery will bring the rest at seven in the morning.
The last of the cast and crew left about nine o’clock. The editor, director, and Grace usually take an hour or so to go over the day’s filming to see if any scenes need a retake.
I don’t mind eating late if I can spend an hour with Grace. Even after two years, the minute I saw her, my heart beat faster, and I was on fire for her. I’ve never been as attracted to anyone—or had a harder time trying to arrange a second date.
Back in the break room, I empty the dishwasher and stack everything for the morning. Under normal circumstances, I have a two-person crew for a job like this. I stay in my kitchen and office, coordinating everything. But the people who work for me have families, and I promised them the time off.
I’ve never been happier to have to revert to manual labor. Actually, I hate office work, but I own the catering company and a restaurant, so I’ve got to do it. It’s nice to get out and meet casts and crews again. Maybe I need to work that back into my schedule.
“Hi.” Out of breath and radiantly beautiful, Grace stands on the threshold.
“All done for the night?” I put the last of the flatware in trays on the counter.
“Yup. I just need to get my purse from the set, and I’ll be ready.” Watching me, she looks unsure.
“Do you want a rain check, Grace?” I hold my breath.
She steps fully inside the break room and the door closes behind her. “No. I thought maybe you did.”
I close the distance and run my thumb along her soft jaw. Her skin is so silky. I’ve longed to touch all of her for too damn long. “I definitely want to feed you.”
Her light-blue eyes sparkle with laughter. “I’ll get my purse.”
A loud click reverberates through the building.
“Oh no.” Grace grabs the doorknob and turns, but it only jiggles. She pounds on the door.
I move to the door leading to the loading dock where my van is parked. It’s locked too. “What’s going on?”
“Once the director, Felix Wilde, left, the guard probably hit the auto-lock on the building.” Grace’s voice tinges with panic.
“Can we call the guard?” I point to the red phone hanging on the wall near the door.
Grace picks up the receiver and pushes buttons. “It’s dead. My cell is in my purse.”
It’s important to breathe. While being stuck in the break room in an empty studio isn’t ideal, it’s not the end of the world. “My phone is in the van.”
She presses her head to the steel door. “My life is a disaster, and now I’ve dragged you into it too.”
