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“You know I have no self-control, and we’ll miss the delivery guy.”
“But I’m comfortable.”
I heard his soft laughter in the quiet house and rolled from the bed, as he knew I eventually would. Pulling on his robe, I padded down the stairs and into the sunken living room where he was sitting, looking out his open accordion doors that let in a cool night breeze. I dropped down next to him, body pressing against his and eyes trying to find what had transfixed his when he handed me a stack of bound papers with an expectant smile.
“Now?”
“I have my first meeting on Thursday. I want to know what you think before I take it to someone who could potentially invest.”
“No pressure,” I mumbled.
“You should be flattered. Your opinion means something to me.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I took the script, his smile turning my look into a playful scowl.
“I hate that you understand me so well,” I complained, opening the first page and reading the title. “Reckless Redeemer?”
“Great title, isn’t it?”
I nodded in agreement and began to read.
It tookme just over two and a half hours to finish. I sat back when I did, ignoring the empty plate that sat next to me, wiping one of the stray tears from my eyes.
I hadn’t expected it to be as good as Noah had sold it to me, but it was better. If he hadn’t had the first chance to pick it up, it wouldn’t have lasted long before it was optioned by someone else. The story was beautiful.
“Well?” Noah asked, slapping the top of his laptop closed when he noticed I’d finished reading.
“It’s perfect.”
“You think I could pull J.D. off?”
“I think you’re going to be amazing. My only concern—”
Noah cut me off with a groan.“No concerns.”
“Myonly concern,” I continued, “is how much of a budget you’re going to need for this. The stunts alone are going to be insane, but an entire building is taken down in the end battle.”
“It may take more than one investor. I haven’t ruled that out. Mike thinks it could be a selling point to investors. But it’s good, right? The story it tells, it’ll be worth it in the end.”
“Who do you see playing Dr. Ellie Baker?” I asked, finally falling into the dream he was holding as his yardstick.
We got into a discussion about a dream cast, and we spent most of the night making notes. I listened to his planning; his business mind almost as impressive as his acting talent. I watched him act out a couple of his favorite scenes, and I grinned when he nailed it. Then he had me read with him during the section where J.D. and Ellie made love, and we fell into the sequence together, losing ourselves in our moment, as well as theirs.
My concerns for how much money he would have to get together were still there. It was an enormous undertaking for a first-time producer, but I kept my thoughts to myself, happy to lay in his arms as the sky lightened beyond the windows, and the night chill finally started to ease.
I was only asleep for about twenty minutes when Noah’s phone rang from somewhere above us. It took me a moment to figure out where we were until he slapped along the edge of the couch above us and produced his phone. Michael’s name lit up on the screen, and I groaned, stealing the blanket and pulling it over my head.
Noah answered, his voice hoarse and rough.
“What is it?”
Even under the blanket, I could hear the buzz of his agent’s voice on the other end of the line talking fast. It was a hum to my ears, but Noah’s body, still pressed against mine, went rigid at whatever he said.
“Right, but he said—”
Noah didn’t finish. He rolled away from me, making me sit up and drop the blanket. His eyes were wide as he listened. Half of his mouth lifted in a smirk that made him look sexier than a man with less than an hour’s sleep had any right to look.
“What do you think?” Noah asked, running his free hand over my thigh and squeezing. “I agree. Just let him sweat for a day or two.” He paused. “I know that, Mike. I’m not an idiot.” There was another moment of silence, and I lifted a shoulder in question. “Thursday. We can get back to him later today.” Noah held up a finger to me, asking me to wait when I tipped my head to the side. “Because I’m petty. Now, do what I fucking asked or I’ll find someone who will.” Then he hung up.
