beneath a low-slung tool belt.
Damn. You might not be my type, Mr. Reynolds, but you are serious man-candy .
Molly thanked him, then added, “I’ll send you home with a fresh caramel apple pie today when you leave. Oh dear, is that the timer I hear?”
She hurried away, leaving Andrea and Wade alone. He shook his head as if to ask, What did I just agree to? There was an innocence about him that was charming, and something else vibrating beneath the surface like a revved motor that begged a heavy foot on the gas pedal. She’d always kind of blown him off, never looked beyond the surface. Maybe she should look.
“I think that woman could talk a drunk into quitting cold turkey,” he said, lifting his baseball cap and replacing it.
“It’s the pie,” Andrea said. “She knows the way to a man’s stomach.”
A smile warmed his handsome face and stirred an urge to bring on that smile more often. He didn’t smile much, she realized. Life had given him some hard knocks, given them some things in common. She suddenly wondered if he’d like to go out for coffee sometime or a drink. Maybe a pizza. Before she could suggest it, though, Ice came into the cold room.
“The handyman will also need to sign a release.” Ice extended a hand to Wade, introduced himself, and asked, “Mr.…”
Wade didn’t seem to notice Ice’s offer of a handshake, a frown furrowing his brow. “A release form?”
Ice dropped his hand and stepped back. “In case we use whatever footage you’re in for the pilot. It’s a standard industry form. If you’re okay with that, then you can go ahead and get to work on the wall.”
Andrea could see the only thing Wade wanted to “get” was out of the promise he’d just made to Molly. But again, she knew he wouldn’t. He was a man of his word.
“Wade is not a handyman, Ice,” Andrea said. “He’s a building contractor. The only reason he’s doing this, and not having one of his crew do it, is as a favor to the McCoys.” In other words, show him some respect.
Ice’s gaze locked with hers, another dangerous game of dare, the energy between them like a live wire. She felt herself getting turned on. No. No, no, no. She did not want anything more to do with Ice. As long as this pilot was being shot, it had to remain strictly business.
Flynn bounded into the room, camera hugged to his side, Zoe and her makeup satchel right behind him. Ice pointed to Wade. “Zoe, this is your latest victim. Do your magic.”
Wade’s eyes widened, but Andrea wasn’t sure if it was at being called a victim or at Zoe advancing toward him with her makeup kit.
“Makeup?” he protested. “No way, José. Either we do this without that or I’ll fix this wall after all of you are tucked into bed for the night.”
“But you’ll look like a ghost on camera, Mr. Reynolds,” Zoe whined, her rainbow tresses bobbing with dismay.
“Don’t care.” Wade stood his ground, and he was too tall for Zoe to reach his face with her blusher wand.
Zoe glanced toward Ice, seeking intervention.
Ice shook his head. “Whatever. His choice.”
Zoe looked crestfallen. But Andrea would swear Ice was more interested in the interaction between Wade and her than in what kind of player Wade would be in his production.
“Would you like me to leave, or stay?” Andrea asked. Ice’s expression said what he’d like was to have his way with her, the smoldering fire in his intense blue eyes stirring inappropriate yearnings, but she’d be damned if she would blink first. “Stay? Go? Which one, oh, great director?”
A slight smile touched his sexy mouth. “Stay. Interact with him like you would any service person.”
“I’m not an actor,” Wade said, stating the obvious.
“Neither am I,” Andrea reminded him. “Don’t fret about the camera. Just ignore everything in your peripheral vision and do what you’d do as if no one were here but you…and me.”
“I need to do Andrea’s hair and makeup first,” Zoe
Damn. You might not be my type, Mr. Reynolds, but you are serious man-candy .
Molly thanked him, then added, “I’ll send you home with a fresh caramel apple pie today when you leave. Oh dear, is that the timer I hear?”
She hurried away, leaving Andrea and Wade alone. He shook his head as if to ask, What did I just agree to? There was an innocence about him that was charming, and something else vibrating beneath the surface like a revved motor that begged a heavy foot on the gas pedal. She’d always kind of blown him off, never looked beyond the surface. Maybe she should look.
“I think that woman could talk a drunk into quitting cold turkey,” he said, lifting his baseball cap and replacing it.
“It’s the pie,” Andrea said. “She knows the way to a man’s stomach.”
A smile warmed his handsome face and stirred an urge to bring on that smile more often. He didn’t smile much, she realized. Life had given him some hard knocks, given them some things in common. She suddenly wondered if he’d like to go out for coffee sometime or a drink. Maybe a pizza. Before she could suggest it, though, Ice came into the cold room.
“The handyman will also need to sign a release.” Ice extended a hand to Wade, introduced himself, and asked, “Mr.…”
Wade didn’t seem to notice Ice’s offer of a handshake, a frown furrowing his brow. “A release form?”
Ice dropped his hand and stepped back. “In case we use whatever footage you’re in for the pilot. It’s a standard industry form. If you’re okay with that, then you can go ahead and get to work on the wall.”
Andrea could see the only thing Wade wanted to “get” was out of the promise he’d just made to Molly. But again, she knew he wouldn’t. He was a man of his word.
“Wade is not a handyman, Ice,” Andrea said. “He’s a building contractor. The only reason he’s doing this, and not having one of his crew do it, is as a favor to the McCoys.” In other words, show him some respect.
Ice’s gaze locked with hers, another dangerous game of dare, the energy between them like a live wire. She felt herself getting turned on. No. No, no, no. She did not want anything more to do with Ice. As long as this pilot was being shot, it had to remain strictly business.
Flynn bounded into the room, camera hugged to his side, Zoe and her makeup satchel right behind him. Ice pointed to Wade. “Zoe, this is your latest victim. Do your magic.”
Wade’s eyes widened, but Andrea wasn’t sure if it was at being called a victim or at Zoe advancing toward him with her makeup kit.
“Makeup?” he protested. “No way, José. Either we do this without that or I’ll fix this wall after all of you are tucked into bed for the night.”
“But you’ll look like a ghost on camera, Mr. Reynolds,” Zoe whined, her rainbow tresses bobbing with dismay.
“Don’t care.” Wade stood his ground, and he was too tall for Zoe to reach his face with her blusher wand.
Zoe glanced toward Ice, seeking intervention.
Ice shook his head. “Whatever. His choice.”
Zoe looked crestfallen. But Andrea would swear Ice was more interested in the interaction between Wade and her than in what kind of player Wade would be in his production.
“Would you like me to leave, or stay?” Andrea asked. Ice’s expression said what he’d like was to have his way with her, the smoldering fire in his intense blue eyes stirring inappropriate yearnings, but she’d be damned if she would blink first. “Stay? Go? Which one, oh, great director?”
A slight smile touched his sexy mouth. “Stay. Interact with him like you would any service person.”
“I’m not an actor,” Wade said, stating the obvious.
“Neither am I,” Andrea reminded him. “Don’t fret about the camera. Just ignore everything in your peripheral vision and do what you’d do as if no one were here but you…and me.”
“I need to do Andrea’s hair and makeup first,” Zoe
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