Jennifer continued in her more normal tone, “How Cosimo will be raised. You and Matt helped us come to an amicable arrangement.”
Matt motioned with his head to the bike and she followed, accepting her helmet. She said, “Jennifer, we’ll talk later.”
“Do you mean that?” her cousin asked.
“Yeah, I guess.” Ashley hung up the phone and closed herpocketbook to settle on the backseat of the motorcycle.
Matt hopped on. “Why did you hang up on her?”
She squeezed his shoulder. “She’s not my friend, though she is family. Today, we matter more.”
“Let’s go home.” He lowered the visor on his helmet.
The wind brushed against her as they headed back to his house.
Ashley at last had a home, a man she loved, a job,and everything she’d ever wanted that until now she hadn’t really believed possible.
With Matt, she had her fairy tale.
Chapter 19
Ashley’s rubber gloves ensured she left no fingerprint on the movie set.
She moved the coffee maker and replaced it with a ceramic tea pot for a nice oven shot of a kitchen behind a faux concert stage for the movie.
The scene Matt filmed was supposed to be the scene where he told his bandmates that he loved Emily, and they all gave him a hard time about bringinga woman on tour.
Matt had assured her the movie was nothing like his brother and his band, who had supported Axel finding love—but the tea pot gave a better sense of people who were bonded rather than a cold plastic machine.
Matt called out from the hall, “Ashley, we have three days—let’s go.”
True. The entire cast and crew were taking the weekend off because the directorhad some sort of emergency. Still, the small steps took the most time. She set up porcelain tea cups instead of paper to make the scene warmer and more heartfelt.
She moved a cup to the left an inch. “I’m almost done. Give me one more minute.”
“What are you doing?” Matt leaned on the counter beside her.
In the scene he’d be picking one of these up when his bandmates joinedhim in a second family scene.
They would also film a scene where Eva would fall into a tub of glitter. Next week’s set was already playing out in her mind and as she finished arranging the cups. “Would a rock star prefer a purple or blue glitter?”
His wide shoulders took up half the space of the scene when he folded his hands on the counter next to her and said, “My brother usesgold in his shows.”
One day she’d like to go to an Indigo Five concerts. She shrugged. “Blue looks better with the special effects.”
“That’s show biz.” He pressed his hand on her lower back to urge her away from the props.
She took her work gloves off as she left the scene and placed them in the staff cabinet. “Where are we going?”
“Home.” He took her hand.
A small thrill still raced through her whenever he said that word while looking at her.
She was with Matt. He was perfect, even with the longer hair he’d been growing, and best of all, he was hers.
She squeezed his palm and winked. “Oh. I thought you were planning Hawaii or something from the way you rushed me.”
He waited with the door open for her to leave the set. “We havecompany tonight.”
