‘I need one of those director clipboards.’
‘For what?’
‘To say ready, camera,action.’Stone’s smile was lovely and broad, as he slid on the aviators that made him look effortlessly cool, sexy, handsome, and so H-O-T, as the blades of the helicopter became invisible, and then they were up and flying.It was the best way to go to work.
Sixteen
‘Are you sure I don’t need my drone?’Romy closed the passenger door of Stone’s ute, only to hesitate from moving.
‘Relax.It’s safe in this car park.’Just in case, Stone double-checked the ute was locked.
‘Do I have to do this presentation?’Romy dangled her daypack from one fingertip, as her shoulders slumped in exaggerated defeat, while whining like a kid trying to skip school.
‘Yes.’
But Romy still didn’t move from her spot.
‘What are you worried about?’
‘I don’t do presentations.’
‘You said that already.’
Romy shrugged, only to hold her shoulders high as if frozen, while pulling a face.
Well, hell.Now he understood why she’d found so many excuses to not do her own documentary.‘Are you—the cameraman—camera shy?’
She shook her head in the most unconvincing way.
He chuckled.
‘It’s not funny.’
‘It’s cute.’He playfully ruffled her hair.
Romy scrunched her face somewhere between a frown and a pout as she attempted to tidy up her hair.There were no loud complaints, or a desperate dive for the side mirror to check that each hair follicle was in place.Making it another tick in favour of the pretty little filmmaker.
But she still didn’t move.
Stone exhaled, hooking his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans, looking for a way to put her at ease.‘Maybe, look at this presentation to the Stock Squad as an opportunity.’
‘For what?’
‘To gently ease into talking in front of people without your camera.’He now realised she used it like a shield to not get involved.How was she ever going to pitch her films to distributors?
‘You seemed fine talking with Lenora and Jed yesterday, and the rest of the stock squad when you met them.’She was strong and confident then, even though she didn’t have a camera.Yet she positively glowed when she finally did get her hands on the controls of her drone.
Except now she’d gone shy.
And she still wasn’t moving.
‘You talk.’
‘It’s your footage… How about I play the part as the assistant to this little gameshow?I’m good-looking.’Plonking his hand on his hip, he posed like a model on a runway that didn’t involve aircraft.‘I’ll dazzle the crowd as I wave my hands over the screen like some infomercial god of the midnight hour.’
And there it was, that sweet little smile creeping along the edges of her fine set of kissable lips.
‘What’s that saying of yours?Full-time…’
