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“It usually works for us.”
“But she has that movie to film during our break between seasons this year. Are you conceding defeat and giving her to me, then?”
We stared at each other.
“Fuck you, Leduc.”
“I thought I envied you, but maybe I pity you. You’ve built your whole life around work, to the point where when you’re not working you have nothing else. You can sell as much of your life as you want to, but work will never love you back.”
He ended the call, leaving me staring at the menu for Taco Bell.
Chapter Seven: Tarryn
I was about to stab Loïc in the heart with the knife he’d neglectfully left within reach when the phone rang, interrupting my victory.
We paused, and both started to laugh.
“What is the American phrase? Saved by the bell?”
“Don’t count on the bell saving you during filming.” I grabbed my phone and swiped to answer it.
“Hello?”
His hands were immediately on me, roving, sliding up under my loose T-shirt to discover I wasn’t wearing a bra. Then again, this was Loïc. He probably not only knew I was braless, but knew which bra I’d thought about putting on, and what drawer it was in. It should have been creepy—hell, itwascreepy—but his weird stalking habit made me feel like I was the center of his world. Well, the center of his world I shared with my husband. I wasn’t greedy enough to be mad about that.
“Tarryn, are you with Loïc?” Liza’s voice made me blush, as though she might be able to see what he was currently doing.
His mouth was on the back of my neck, sending shivers everywhere. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, and was more than happy when he didn’t allow me to get away.
“Um…yup. He’s right here. We were blocking out the big ending.” We had been, but that didn’t seem to be where his head was at now.
“Good. Can I talk to him?”
It was so strange having people call my number to reach him. It reminded me of back in the day when my parents had a landline.
“Sure, one sec.”
I turned in his arms and put the phone to his ear. He looked at me blankly and, bemused, I mouthed the word hello.
“This is Loïc Leduc. Why have you called me?”
He was such a dork on the phone sometimes. Usually, it came off as rude and self-important, but he’d obviously never learned phone etiquette. There were so many weird holes in his socialization.
I could hear every few words that Liza said. On our end, Loïc just grunted a few times. He didn’t try to take the phone out of my hand.
I had assumed she was wanting to go over some last-minute details of his death scene, or maybe talk about the little goodbye party I knew she had planned. They’d drawn Mal’s character arc out to five episodes rather than the two originally written, but that was done now, other than the final few scenes.
It hadn’t taken long for most of the women on set to take a shine to him, not to mention several of the men. Even the straight ones went out of their way to give him a hand. He was sort of like the show’s tall, sexy mascot. It was funny to think he had simply come to watch the process and then with absolutely no acting experience ended up in five episodes. He’d turned out to be unreasonably good.
Loïc pushed the phone back toward me like a toddler bored of a conversation.
I put it to my ear. “Hello?”
The phone was silent, and when I looked at it, I realized the call had ended.
“Everything okay?”
“Depends on who you ask.”
