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“Honestly… it’s kind of intimidating. I couldn’t see any mistakes.” She opened the container of mushy peas and spooned a dollop on top of the sauce. “At least you guys have occasional screw-ups. Like, Dean will crack up when Wyatt says something funny, or Wyatt will break character when someone else has already messed up their line; but these actors are something else.”
I smiled. “I saw a few.”
Kyla thought about this as she bit into her pie and chewed. She held it with one hand, tilting it up so the filling didn’t spill out of the crust.
A dollop of gravy mixed with peas remained on the tip of her nose and I reached over and wiped it with my napkin. She lookedconfused at first, almost going cross-eyed as she watched me, until she realized what I was doing.
“Oops,” she said, wiping her now-clean nose with the back of her free hand. “I didn’t even notice that was there.”
“All good.” I folded the napkin and pulled my own pie out of its paper bag.
I didn’t bother with gravy, peas or mash — I knew that if I didn’t fill my mouth with foodright now, I wouldn’t be able to resist telling her how cute she looked with sauce on her nose, and how tempted I’d been to kiss it off instead.
The pie tasted like a slab of heaven. I’d eaten pies before, of course, but this one was something else. The pastry was fresh and flaky, there were no warm or cool patches, and the meat filling…fuck. If I ever had a recipe that tasted this delicious, it would be a secret that I’d take to my grave.
But then again, who knew… perhaps it was Kyla’s company that made it taste this good.
By the time we’d finished our pies, the urge to kiss her was still there, but had at least dulled to manageable levels; partly because I knew that intermission would be over soon if it wasn’t already.
We wiped our hands on fresh napkins and headed back to the theater, the taste of the pie still lingering on my tongue.
30
KYLA
“I’m sorry, we only have one room left.”
The concierge looked at Isaac with an expressionless face, as though he’d already had this conversation multiple times this week.
“That’s fine,” Isaac said. “We’ll go somewhere else.”
The concierge cleared his throat.
“Actually, that’s unlikely. The test match cricket is on this week, and almost all accommodation is fully booked out.”
We were in the foyer of a five-star hotel, where everything seemed to be made from either marble or granite. The color scheme was gold and black, with mirrors on most walls, and it was so spacious and fancy that honestly, I wouldn’t have been shocked if I saw a member of the royal family emerge from the gold doors of one of the elevators.
The play was longer than we’d anticipated. By the time we’d left the theater, it was almost midnight and none of us were in the mood for leaving the city. We’d wandered around the harbor, absorbing the view of the city lights reflecting on the water and licking gelato that we’d bought from a twenty-four-hour dessert bar.
I was still buzzing from seeing the play, so I didn’t care where we slept. Heck, I’d curl up on a park bench if I had to. But the guys insisted that we stay overnight in a hotel and contact our driver to take us back to Kurnee in the morning.
“We might as well get a good night of rest,” Wyatt said, and part of me hoped that he wasn’tjustthinking about sleeping. Between the thrill of seeing the play, being dressed up and feeling gorgeous amongst the city’s bustle, the two guys pressing their thighs against me all night… yeah, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that I needed a release.
But if there was only one room available… I looked at Isaac as he turned back to us and tapped his credit card on the counter. There was no way I’d be able to do anything with Wyatt while Isaac was there. He’d made it clear that he didn’t approve of Wyatt and me hooking up, so I didn’t think he’d be the kind of guy who would pretend to be asleep and never mention what he’d heard.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
I kept my mouth shut. Neither of them needed to know what I was thinking.
Wyatt, on the other hand, had his phone in his hand and swiped his thumb across the screen.
“He’s right,” he said. “There’s nothing available except backpacker accommodation. Should we call the driver?”
“Won’t he be asleep?” I asked, not ready to leave the city yet.
Isaac shook his head. “It’s his job to pick us up whenever we need it, but I don’t fancy the idea of traveling all night and trying to perform on camera while sleep-deprived.”
“Let’s take the room,” Wyatt said. “I’m sure there’s a couch or two.”
