DREWwas already in Makeup, doing something on his phone, when Steve got in the next morning. He looked up briefly and grinned before going back to his screen, the smile fading as quickly as it came. Steve assumed it was important and sat down to let Chantelle do her thing.
Finally Drew tossed his phone on the table in front of him. “Hey. Sorry. I’m bad at trying to do two things at once. Did you have a good day off?”
“Yeah, it was good. Especially the part where Hilary told me we’re getting a long weekend. I assume you’ve heard?”
Drew’s face did a weird thing, an expression that was a hybrid of disgust and relief. “Yeah. You have plans? I mean, I was thinking—”
“Tilt your head back for me, Steve?” Chantelle interrupted quietly.
But it was enough. Steve tilted his head back, and Drew seemed to remember they had an audience. Damn. Now Steve was wondering if he stopped because of Chantelle or if he thought asking for another date was too forward. Or maybe he had been about to say something else?
“I’ll probably head up to my mom’s,” Steve said when Chantelle didn’t have a brush near his face. “It’s quiet out there. I still have to finish writing, and a few days off will give me the time I need.”
“Oh,” Drew said. Did he sound disappointed, or was Steve hearing what he wanted to hear? “Right. That makes sense.”
Steve opened his mouth to continue, but Drew had stopped himself. Maybe he didn’t want Chantelle to know. They could talk later.
He tamped down on the little voice that didn’t like keeping their relationship a secret.
Will knocked on the door a moment later and dragged Drew off to Wardrobe, and Steve turned his brain to the final act of the film. Morgan and Scotty liberated Roxy—that was the scene they’d changed locations for—but then what? This was the emotional and comedic climax of the film. Whatever antics they got up to would have to be good.
“Steve?” Chantelle said. From her tone, it wasn’t the first time.
Steve opened his eyes. “Sorry. Just thinking.”
“Yeah, I could see the smoke,” she teased. “You’re all set.”
He hightailed it after Drew. If he was lucky, he’d catch up before Drew got to set, and then they could… something.
He’d wing it.
As luck would have it, Drew was still in Wardrobe when Steve got there. “Hey. Wait for me?” Steve said, already working the buttons of his shirt open.
Drew cleared his throat and looked back over his shoulder at Steve. “Oh, well. If you insist.” He waggled his eyebrows and gave Steve a blatant once-over.
Steve grinned and pulled his shirt off. His ears went hot, but the flirting reassured him.
Still, he was mindful they weren’t alone—Will nipped and tucked and fussed and pinned until Steve’s clothes looked exactly like they had in the previous scene. Then he shooed them out so he could clothe the background characters.
“So,” Drew said as the door to Wardrobe closed behind them. “I know you said you’re using the break to finish the script—”
“Do you want to come with?” Steve broke in. He needed to get the invitation out before he lost his nerve. “Uh, I mean. I’m going to my mom’s, but she isn’t going to be there. That was not a super awkward invitation to meet the parent. It’s a nice house—private, pool, hot tub, uh….”
“Don’t tell me there’s a spa with complimentary facials.”
Steve went scarlet. “Oh God.” Not that he hadn’t thought about—but inviting Drew to a romantic weekend getaway, even one at his mother’s,wassort of forward—
Drew bumped his shoulder against Steve’s. “I mean, that sounds awesome.”
Steve decided that in the interest of not becoming even more uncomfortable in his tight pants, he would not ask for clarification. “So I’ll text you the address?”
“You’re sure I won’t be too much of a distraction?” Drew asked, eyes twinkling.
Steve laughed. “I’m sure you will be. Can you come up Friday afternoon? That’ll give me a head start on the writing.” And on preparing everything. He didn’t want to leave the task to his mother’s housekeeper. It would be better if she had the time off.
“I’ll be there,” Drew promised. “It’s a date.”
Chapter Thirteen
