She waved until he was out of sight, wondering how long it would be before she got phone calls from Declan and James. However, if it got the three of them talking again, it wouldn’t be all bad.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Fuck!
Wes gripped his hair and stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror over Melody’s dresser. Thank God, Cara had the sense to pull back because he had been seconds away from giving in to the impulse to yank her into his lap and test whether or not her lips tasted as good as he’d imagined—pineapple masks and all. He groaned.
The second she’d stopped, he had instantly missed her featherlight touch on his face. His brain automatically wanting to know how it would feel on the rest of his body.
He exhaled hard.
It was just physical attraction. A beautiful woman in close proximity. The fact that his body responded was just nature, he assured himself. There wasn’t a man on the planet that wouldn’t have reacted to Cara in that top, without….
He paced across the tiny room.
If it had been one sided, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but he’d seen the flush on her skin and the matching arousal in her eyes. It had taken all of his self-control not to palm her full breasts as they hovered at his eye level. His body hardened at the memory. Wes balled his fists, banishing the image.
He couldn’t mess around with his roommate.
Even if heweren’tplanning a future with Melody—which of course he was—he cared too much about Cara to risk their friendship.
He had never made friends easily, but when he was with her, he could be himself without worrying what she thought of him. She was sweet and funny....
Wes caught himself smiling in the mirror and froze.
He shook his head at the reflection. “No!”
He had a plan and needed to stick to it. He’d only known Cara for a short time. He’d known Melody forever. And, if his heart whispered that he’d never felt this way about Melody, he chose to ignore it. Cara said herself she didn’t believe in a love that lasted. That was all he had ever wanted in life. A love to build a family on.
The family he’d always wanted.
He needed to put some distance between them, physical and mental. In the house where her different concoctions scented the rooms, he couldn’t think clearly. All it did was remind him of her warm skin.
Argh!
Wes picked up the phone and texted Jin, inviting him for an early dinner. And so what if he peeked out his bedroom door like a coward to see if Cara was still in the main room. Phone in hand, he called out to Cara that he was meeting a friend for dinner and escaped through the front door.
They were spending too much time together.
That’s all it was, he told himself, as he backed out of the driveway.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Even with thebarn doors open at the end of the sound stage, Cara could feel sweat dripping down her back. She rolled her shoulders forward a bit and flapped the top of her long-sleeved shirt. It had been chilly when she left home that morning, but she was quickly learning that March in Atlanta was a little bipolar. Enclosed in the soundstage with all the lights, the temperature had climbed quickly.
“There’s no avoiding it,” Skye said, casting her a sidelong look. “It’s inevitable. We all have gross sweat marks by the end of a long shoot. Boob sweat is just another one. Just wait until your first summer.”
“Easy for you to say. You probably aren’t even wearing a bra!” Cara squinted suspiciously at her friend dressed in overalls and a white tank top. “You aren’t, are you?”
Skye shimmied her shoulders. “Having small tits has its advantages. It’s all about the layers.”
Before Cara could think of a good comeback, radios crackled around them, and then Brian’s voice could be heard. “We are code green, folks.”
Skye sighed.
“What’s a code green?”
“It means Brian has invited some investor or potential buyer to come play movie star for a day in the hope they will bail him out.”
