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I had the time.
It was different from the work I’d done before, but it was far more satisfying.
Loïc was now unbuttoning my shirt, making it hard to concentrate on what Jesse was saying. When he started to unbutton my jeans, I wrapped up the call.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Trying to get your attention. I want to order the paint for the nursery today before we head to the set.”
“And undressing me was the only way you could think to get my attention?”
He twisted me around and shoved me face first against the hallway wall, pinning me there by the back of the neck. Heat shot through me.
“I got distracted by your sexy ass in these jeans.”
“There’s no time for that, boys,” Tarryn admonished half-heartedly.
“You’re the star. They can’t start without you,” I pointed out as my attention zoned in on the very male hand sliding into the front of my underwear. I should have been agreeing with her, but my dick was already doing the thinking.
“Don’t encourage him. Being late is unprofessional,” she pointed out. “And being late because my husbands were too busy groping each other is worse.” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. The fact that she had to cross her arms above her glorious belly made her playful irritation more adorable.
Loïc bit my earlobe, making me groan.
“I have to be early so they can give me that prosthetic axe injury today, so I need to be there in thirty minutes,” she reminded us, “and it’s a twenty-minute drive across town if there’s no traffic.”
“Did you hear that?” Loïc purred in my ear. “We have ten minutes. I’m sure all of us could come in ten minutes if we apply ourselves.”
“Loïc, no.” She got closer and tugged on his arm, trying to separate us.
“Mmm, Loïc yes.” He used her grip on his biceps to reel her into the fray and kissed her. Watching them together, even though it was over my shoulder, was absolute heaven.
When he reluctantly pulled away his face, she followed him, making an adorable sound of protest.
“I thought you were worried about being late,” I said, reminding her.
“He can be very convincing. It’s not my fault.”
Loïc sighed, as though it pained him to be the voice of reason. It probably did. I was surprised he didn’t break out in hives for even attempting it.
“Come on,ma jolie. We’re already going to have a long day, considering how worried they are about falling behind during your maternity leave. If they try to work you through lunch again, though, I am telling them you quit.”
“You tell them I quit every second day.”
“Well, they shouldn’t test me. You could walk out of there at any point in time and then they would be royally screwed.”
“No, they would just try to convince you to take the lead role.”
“To be the lead in Rose Red?” He gave a lock of Tarryn’s hair a playful tug. “I’d have to dye my hair.”
“They might settle for putting extra rouge on you and calling it a day. Most of our female viewers are watching the show because of you right now, anyway. No one would even realize I was gone.”
It wasn’t true. Rose Red—and by extension Tarryn—was a feminist icon at this point. Loïc had an insane number of followers, but they would never replace her with him.
“They absolutely would not.”
They both kissed me and headed out the door. It was hard not to be envious about the amount of time they spent together, but at least now when they got home at night, the three of us were under the same roof.
I spotted the paint sample cards on the counter and realized I’ve never given Loïc an answer about which color I preferred. Why was this decision falling to me instead of him or Tarryn, anyway? Sure, I was making choices like this every day for the buildings we commissioned, but the paint colors we used were neutral. The array in front of me was dazzling, like a rainbow kaleidoscope. When it came to color, my husband was a kid at a candy store—too excited to choose only one. Why choose one when he could have five? Ten?
