Jillian shook her head.“I’m not crying.”She lifted her chin and blinked hard until she stopped the tears from falling.In control once again, she kissed him.“Thank you.”
He frowned.“For what?Getting scared for you?I know this is your job and something you love, but we’re going to make a few changes around here.”
She blinked, focusing on his words instead of the fuzzy feelings his confession had brought to the surface.“Changes?”
“Yeah.Big ones.I need to talk to your uncle.”He stood and started for the door.
“What changes, Lex?”
“I’ll be back.”
“Lex.”She stood, ready to tackle him if he took another step.“What.Changes?”
He stopped by the door and looked back at her.“I want to find out his safety protocol for various stunts.If we are to keep you safe, I want to add a few of my own.”
“You can’t just dictate—”
“Oh yes, I can.I have a business to run, and I can’t do it worrying about people screwing up and making you land in a hospital.Don’t worry.”He smiled, but his expression said he intended to get his way.“I’ll be nice about it.”
Jillian sighed as the door closed behind him.The man was used to having his way, and so was Chris.They were going to knock heads, and she would be caught in the middle.
Damn.
She removed the suits and dumped them in a hamper along with the wig.She’d never showered and changed so fast.Any second, she expected Chris to storm into the trailer, demanding she control Lex.
Yeah, like a lion can truly ever be tamed.
Her hair was still wet and her face free of makeup when she opened the trailer door and went in search of them.Chris and Lex were having a heated discussion by the trailer used by the rest of the stunt crew.As she got closer, both men threw back their heads and laughed.
Jillian slowed down.They were getting along?
They looked up and saw her.Lex waved her over and pulled her to his side.“Then it’s a deal?”he asked, shaking Chris’ hand.
Chris nodded.“It’s a deal.I’ll stop by your office.”
“What deal?”she asked.
Both men ignored her question, but Chris couldn’t meet her eyes.She knew him well enough to know when he’d done something she wouldn’t like.
“The Vancouver trip has been pushed back, so see you on Monday, Jill,” he said.“Think about what we discussed earlier.”He took off as though hellhounds were after him.
She turned to Lex and narrowed her eyes.“What did you do?”
He gave her an innocent smile.“We reached an understanding.Nothing big.”
Oh, she hated his arrogance.“Yeah.Right.That’s why Chris hightailed it out of here with a guilty look on his face.What understanding?You mentioned changes, which means you bullied him into—”
“Making sure you’re safe.I will not compromise with anyone on that, including you.The one thing we couldn’t agree on is”—he grimaced—“that.”
Jillian followed his eyes to… “Our trailer?What about it?”
Lex rubbed his chin and shot her a glance, a twinkle appearing in his eyes.“Everything.I like that one better.”He pointed at Margo’s newer trailer.
Margo’s trailer had everything a person could possibly need.From a bedroom, a fully stocked bar, and an entertainment unit Jillian would kill to own, to a workout area in the back.Margo had given them the grand tour before she’d morphed into a bitch.
“Yeah, well, you can’t do what your mother did and take it from her.That’s not how things work around here.She’s the star of the show, and stars get the best of everything.”She lifted her chin and stared at him from the tip of her nose.“Not that there’s anything wrong with our trailer.It has history.Memories in every ding and scrape.It’s perfect just the way it is.”
He chuckled.“Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but it looks like something you salvaged from a junkyard and slapped paint on.”
