Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 151085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
But alas . . .
“How’s it been going for you guys?” I ask Takira as we load up our plates. I’m pleased to see lots of fish, leafy greens, and fruit.
“All these damn extras! They may be in the background most of the time, but they all need costumes, hair and makeup.”
Takira doesn’t just do my hair and makeup, but helps wherever she is needed.
“How was your day?” She looks at me searchingly. “You feeling okay?”
“Good.” I don’t mention the nausea, which even now stirs at the smell of the mahi mahi on my plate. I’m sure it’s just stress and working too hard. “Monk’s song is great, and we spent most of the day getting it just right for tomorrow’s shoot.”
“Any word from the doc on your blood tests yet?”
“Nope. They sent them off to the lab, and should have them back maybe tomorrow.”
We sit at one of the long tables dotted along the shore, and soon, with the evening breeze, the setting sun, and the great conversation, I’ve forgotten the unsettled feeling in my stomach and am having a great time.
“Hey,” Canon says an hour or so into dinner, standing beside my table. He’s holding a plate loaded with chicken and salad. “Mind if I squeeze in?”
The girl beside me, one of the grips, hastily scoots over to make room for Canon. I feel all eyes on us, but I don’t give a damn. I can’t suppress the grin that widens when he settles in at my side. It’s quiet around us for a few seconds, like everyone’s not sure if they should carry on with the boss at the table. One by one, the crew resume their conversations, and Canon shoots me a wink and a grin.
“How was your day?” I ask when there’s a break for us to talk, keeping my voice low.
“Long. Getting ready to start shooting, but Verity is also tweaking the London scene in the tube during The Blitz.”
“I’m licking my chops for that scene. It’s already fantastic. Can’t wait to see how she makes it even better.”
“If anyone can, it’s Verity. And how was your day?”
“Long.” I laugh. “Monk is as bad as you are.”
“I try to tell people, but they don’t believe me. He fools them with the smile.”
“Whereas you don’t bother with a smile?”
He flashes an exaggerated caricature of a grin, which looks so odd on him, I snort.
“Was that a snuckle?” he asks, taking a bite of his chicken.
I lean my shoulder into his, laughing. “I can’t believe you remember that. I was so nervous around you that night.”
“And now?” he asks, his voice husky, his eyes smoldering. “Do I still make you nervous?”
I don’t answer, just shake my head. Someone across the table asks him a question, and Takira pulls me into a debate about some love at first sight or arranged marriage reality show. Canon and I go our separate ways conversationally, both being drawn in different directions, but he anchors us by holding my hand under the table, and it’s so sweet it makes my heart ache.
He calls me his girlfriend.
He seeks me out in front of everyone.
He holds my hand.
I’m not starstruck by Canon anymore. That’s not where this surreal feeling comes from. You don’t really know a person when you’re starstruck. You’re awed by the idea of them and your idea of them is filtered through a public lens. What has me tripping is that Canon is so much more, so much better in private, when we’re alone. And he’s so guarded that most of the people at this table are still a little in awe of his talent and his reputation. Starstruck.
Me? I’ve kissed the star. I’ve felt its burn and held it close.
And when Canon squeezes my hand under the table, stealing a look that is private even at a dinner for a hundred people, I feel like, as improbable as it seems, this star belongs to me.
When they light the bonfire, everyone gathers around, singing songs and getting a little drunk.
“You wanna go for a walk?” Canon asks.
I nod, gripping his hand as he leads us away from the large circle of people rimming the fire.
“This brings back memories,” Canon says, taking off his shoes and holding them in the hand not holding mine.
I slip off my shoes and do the same. “You mean of New Year’s?”
“Yeah. That was such a great time.” He slides me a hot, teasing glance. “Though we barely left the house. We only walked on the beach once.”
“And got caught! Canon, is that you?” I imitate Sylvia Miller’s fake surprised tone.
“We can laugh about it now, but that shit pisses me off.” The smile fades from his face, and in the moonlight, his expression hardens. “Camille didn’t just come after me. She wanted to sabotage you. Not cool.”