Angelica wrapped the towel tighter around herself. “I didn’t think you cared if I died.”
“Bullshit.” Her eyes softened. “It’s a lot of paperwork when someone dies on set, Ang.” I said it in a teasing way.
But the way she ducked into herself told me it wasn’t funny or completely necessary, just that old habits die hard.
And my habit, after being broken, was to make sure she knew what broken felt like even though I knew she did — she always would.
What a pair we were.
“I was kidding.”
“Don’t lie to me, Will.” Her voice was small. And then she let out a rough breath between her lips, “Do you think I’ll have to redo the scene?”
“The hell you are!” I roared getting in her face, making sure she couldn’t look away, I placed my palms on either side of her cheeks. “The only way you’re getting anywhere near that water again is if you’re in a full body suit and a professional diver is on a jet ski a few inches away from your body, got me?”
She tried jerking away. I held firm. “Do. You. Hear. Me?”
“I’m. Right. Here.” She moved again.
I held firm. Resting my forehead against hers. “No more swimming.”
“It was in the script.” She licked her lips.
“I don’t care if the President of the United States asks you to jump back in that water, you say no. You’re too…” I scowled. “It’s too cold. It looks like a hurricane out there.”
She sucked in her bottom lip. “It’s my job.”
“Screw your job,” I blurted.
Her chest rose and fell.
A dizzying sensation washed over me as tension spiked between our bodies, tension and a hell of a lot of heat.
I lowered my head.
Her eyes questioned my sanity.
I questioned my sanity right before my lips pressed against hers.
A knock sounded on the trailer.
I jerked away from her and scowled at whoever interrupted whatever the hell I had just been about to do.
“What?” I barked.
Jay poked his head in. “Everybody decent?”
“If decent means Angelica’s alive, you’re in luck, she didn’t die. What the hell kind of stunt was that?”
Jay grinned and shoved a script in my face. “So, I’m going to need you to stay on set today, Will.”
“What? As swim rescue?” I glared. “Because I’m only going to say this once. She isn’t going back into that water.”
“She doesn’t have to.” Jay shrugged. “The scene was bloody perfect.” I groaned and leaned against the counter. “Which is why you’re also going to need this.” He handed me another script with scribbling on it, highlighted on top was my name.
I almost dropped it.
I read it again.
“Jay…” I tried to keep my voice calm. “Why the hell is my name on this script?”
“Is that your name?” Jay reached for his walkie-talkie. “Ah, gotta go man, think of it this way, you’re already here, and you’ve acted in shit together before. It’s a few lines, what’s the big deal?”
I glanced down, and my heart dropped and threatened to get eaten by my stomach as I turned the page. It wasn’t one scene.
It was the entire freaking movie.
I was a new love interest.
I wasn’t speaking a few lines and walking off.
“Shit.” I dropped the script to the ground and sank to my haunches. I was either going to puke or pass out. I couldn’t do it, wouldn’t do it. This was how we’d met, this was how we destroyed our lives.
A movie set.
Ang looked between me and Jay. “What?”
“Angelica Greene,” Jay said in his all business voice, “meet your new co-star.” He eyed me like he was the most brilliant bastard in the world, “Like I said, I made a few changes to the script, I think it has more emotional meaning if we add in your love interest and since this is technically based on real events, why not include Will? It only makes sense.”
“The hell it does!” I roared, looking up at him with all the anger I could gather up since I still felt sick to my stomach.
Ang shook her head vehemently, “No, no you can’t, you can’t do—”
“See!” I pointed at Ang, “Neither of us wants this. You’re going to tank your own damn movie!”
“Funny.” Jay shrugged. “Ang said the exact same thing right before she gave an Academy Award winning performance. I’m going to have to say I’d rather trust my instincts on this one than trust two people who still refuse to speak to each other about the past, yeah? Good talk as always. You have ten minutes before wardrobe.” The door slammed, and then he poked his head back in. “That’s wardrobe for both of you just in case you miss—”