“Did I just hear that one of my PAs thinks you’re about ready to beat the shit out of someone?” Jay crossed his bulky tatted arms, then shivered, grabbed his black hoodie off his director’s chair and tossed it over his head. “Because I think I’d like to see you lose your shit again.”
I stared down at the sand.
Too upset to even give him a response.
“Aw, mate—”
“Don’t!” I gripped him by the front of his sweatshirt and glared into his eyes. “Call. Me. Mate.”
His lips spread wide into an arrogant smile before he cockily sneered out a. “Mate.”
I shoved him away.
He grinned harder. “Wow, this really is getting to you. The last time I saw you this emotionally distressed was when you thought Zane was going to die. And even then you were still robotic in how you dealt with work, answering emails, going on as if life wasn’t getting ready to kick you in the ass for a second time after Ang—”
“Stop.” I tried walking past him, but it was his turn to grab me by the front of the shirt. My coffee fell into the sand, and then Jay was in my face, his nostrils flaring. I didn’t jerk away; maybe I needed to be hit.
Needed to feel something other than the anger.
Other than the revelation that I was so fucking sad I didn’t know who I was anymore.
A punch would be good for me.
I lifted my chin in preparation.
His jaw ticked. “You’re my friend, Will. Don’t make me hit some sense into you. Shocking, but I actually want you to learn the easy way.”
“Easy?” I spat. “You think this is easy for me?”
“No,” he snapped, releasing me. “Not at all. But I do think it’s necessary, otherwise you’re going to wake up one day alone and you’ll only have yourself to blame, what happens when you start pushing away your friends, what happens when whatever the hell that’s going on in here.” He tapped my chest. “Starts to poison every good thing in your life?” We were getting an audience, but I was too stunned to care. “You’re only as good as the space you put between you and your past. Well welcome to Hell, because you’re done running. That’s what true friends do. Now grab your shit from wardrobe and do your job before I punch out one of those perfectly capped teeth of yours.”
My chest heaved.
His matched.
So much testosterone swirled between us.
PAs were gaping.
Cell phones were out.
And two security guards were ready to break up the apparent fight.
I licked my lips and slowly picked up my discarded coffee cup then shuddered out a. “I think I’d rather be hit, man.”
“Wake up, Will, you’ve been taking hits every day since you walked out of her life, I’m not saying you’re going to shit rainbows if you deal with it, but at least you won’t die of a stroke at thirty-one alone in your pathetic Malibu mansion with all your toys and nobody to share them with.”
He shoved me away and walked off.
I was ready to slam the coffee cup back onto the ground when something caught my eye. It wasn’t my cup.
Or one of the cups that came with the house.
With shaking hands, I turned it over.
“I’ll always be your lighthouse. I’ll always lead you back home.” —Angelica
I HADN’T SEEN Will all day.
But I had heard about the drama that went on between him and Jaymeson, and I wasn’t the only one who was suffering for it. Every actor on set was ready to quit by the time the day was done. I’d never been yelled at more in my entire life.
Apparently, Jamie Jaymeson had a temper.
Who knew?
Nobody could do anything right, he was angry at the rain, angry that the ocean didn’t look blue enough, and when it was time to film the cast party scene all he did was complain that we weren’t trying hard enough.
I think even Linc was getting irritated.
About two hours in, and Pris, his gorgeous and perfect wife strolled on set with Linc’s girlfriend Dani. She took one look at the tension, grabbed his megaphone, and yelled. “Take lunch.”
Jaymeson opened his mouth to argue.
Then Pris grabbed it again and said, “One hour.”
Jaymeson kicked the sand.
I tried not to smirk, but it was hard. Huh, who knew he was such a softy when it came to his wife. A pang I recognized well started to flare to life in my chest, and I wondered, I allowed myself to think about the past, my choices both good and bad. What if things were different? Would I have had that?
Yes.
Because guys like Will, the guy he used to be, they didn’t just… magically appear every few centuries. And if they did, they were most likely taken by someone better than me.
Jay, Demetri, Alec, Linc, Zane — all of the guys were incredible, and they had equally incredible counterparts.