Drew hadn’t been ready to meet Steve then. “I’m glad it happened the way it did.”
She studied him, head cocked. Drew wondered what she saw, if he looked happier or more relaxed or had some kind of hippy-dippy glow unique to people in successful relationships. Whatever she saw, it made her smile. “You really are, huh? Look at us. Two grown adults, two halves of different grown adult couples.” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Drew had to raise a hand to shade his eyes. Suddenly the morning light shone so bright it hurt. Only it seemed to be coming from—“Did you getengaged?” he half shouted, grasping for her hand. A classic white-gold band held a princess-cut diamond the size of a Skittle.
Leigh flushed, her smile widening until it threatened to engulf her face. “Surprise?”
Shaking his head, Drew let go of her hand so he could stand and hug her properly again. “Congratulations! Between you and my sister, I’m going to be spending a lot of time at Williams Sonoma.”
This time it was her eyes that got big. “Sarah’s getting married? Jeez.” She had met Drew’s sisters a few times over the years Leigh and Drew worked on the same lot. “Now I feel old.”
“You’re telling me.” Next thing he knew, Brit would be pregnant or something. Drew touched the wood stairs leading into the trailer, just in case.
“You know,” Leigh said slyly, “they say these things come in threes.”
It took him a moment to realize what she was getting at. Then the back of his neck went hot and he cleared his throat. “So,” he said, “who’s the lucky….”
Fortunately she seemed to be in a good mood—she let him get away with the blatant subject change. “Man,” Leigh filled in. “Actually you might know him?”
Drew’s eyes widened. “Who?”
Leigh smoothed her hair back. “Miles Casey.”
“From Hilary’s office?” Miles had been Hilary’s PA for as long as Drew had been one of her clients, though Drew supposed he was really more of her successor in training these days. “He’s cute.”
“He’s incredible.” She sighed and leaned back, her expression beatific. “It’s weird, you know, dating someone who’s not….”
“Recognizable?” Drew suggested.
“Yeah. It’s different. I like it.” She glanced over at him. “But I didn’t come here to talk about me.”
Of course she hadn’t.
As if on cue, the trailer door opened. “Oh,” Steve said, blinking. “Sorry. Have I been hogging Wardrobe?”
Leigh stood, brushing her hands on her jeans. “No, no, I don’t have any scenes until tomorrow. I’m just here getting the lay of the land. I’m Leigh. I’ll be your on-screen brother’s ex-girlfriend.”
Steve came down the steps, grinning widely as he offered his hand. “I know who you are. You’re playing Lila?”
They shook, and then Leigh curtseyed. “If it pleases Your Highness.”
“Can’t think of anyone I’d rather cast.”
And then they were off.
Drew had been right—they got on like a house on fire. Leigh watched them film Rita’s final abduction from her home, which Scotty was convinced a neighbor called the police over. The scenes themselves went fine, but Drew felt… restless, somehow, between takes, when Leigh would start filling Steve in on all the ridiculous things she and Drew had gotten up to as children.
It was fair play, after all: Drew had heard all about Kid Steve from his mother, who probably embellished a good deal more than Leigh. He told himself to get over it—he wasn’tjealous, that would be stupid—but was still relieved when lunchtime rolled around and Steve excused himself and Rita to have lunch with his mother in her hotel.
“I love him,” Leigh said nearly before Steve was out of earshot. “He’s perfect for you. Where’s he been all your life?”
Drew shook his head. “Washington, I think.” And then right under his nose. “Come on. Let’s get some food and you can tell me about Miles, Hawaii, and his proposal.”
“What makes you think he was the one who proposed?”
Well, now Drewhadto hear more. “Did you buy yourself the ring too?” How much did an agent’s assistant make these days? Could Miles afford such a rock?
“Gauche, Drew.” She whapped him with the script she’d been studying. “See if I tell you anything.”
