thought originally.” He pulled free of the hole and wiped his hand on a work cloth he pulled from his back pocket. “Quint will be happy. I won’t have to charge him as much as I’d estimated.”
“Finally, some good news.” Andrea heard the exaggerated relief in her voice and knew that this dialogue would end up cut and pasted for a dramatic sound bite, a teaser for promo purposes. Use a bit of dialogue that sounded like dire news, but when you heard the whole sentence, it was actually a positive, not negative, result. Viewers watched for the negative.
“In fact, the damage is pretty minimal.” Wade looked up at her, rising as he spoke. “It helps that the floor is concrete and that the liquid was contained for the most part. Just need to replace this damp, ruined drywall here.”
“Great, then you should have it done today.”
He shook his head, retracted the blade of the utility knife, and returned it to his tool belt. “I can’t replace the wallboard yet.”
“Oh?”
“In order to assure that there won’t be any molding to deal with down the road, the space needs to be completely dry before I can replasterboard it. I’ll set up a portable heater for the next couple of days.”
“A heater?” An image of the fresh fruit going the way of the frozen filled her mind, knotting her stomach. “This is a cold room. We can’t have the room heating up.” The klieg lights were already warming the air too much.
Wade bent over and grabbed the chunk of plasterboard he’d cut from the wall, extended his lithe body to his full six-plus, and offered her that rare grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll direct the heat to this one spot and set the temperature to the minimum.”
Andrea felt herself smiling back, reacting to this very good-looking man.
“Cut,” Ice called. “Thanks, Wade. Looked good to me. If you’ll go with Bobby there, you can sign the release form.”
“I need to set up the heater first. It’s in my pickup,” Wade said, then ambled out with Bobby.
Flynn lowered the camera and unplugged the kliegs. “Flynn, follow that Wade guy and get some shots of him with his truck.”
“Huh? Oh, okay.” Flynn hurried to catch up with Wade.
The bum’s rush, Andrea thought, delivered by the demon manipulator. She’d intended to walk with Wade to his truck and bring up the possibility of meeting up sometime for a drink. Damned Ice. She spun on her heel with every intention of chewing him out, but froze under the gaze of those mesmerizing eyes that haunted her dreams. His grin said he had her where he wanted her—all to himself.
He needed to be set straight on a few points, first that she wouldn’t be manipulated. Maybe he couldn’t help himself, being a director, but she didn’t like it. She closed the gap between them as though she were glad to be alone with him. She got up close and personal, in full-on flirt mode, fingering his collar, feeling the pulse at his neck quicken, hearing his intake of breath. She leaned into him as if she meant to kiss him and whispered, “If you’d wanted to get me alone, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”
He started to reach for her, but she pulled back. He cocked his head, studied her, something bothering him, but not what she expected. “How’s Lucas?”
The question seemed to come out of the blue, like an angry hornet biting into her exposed flesh. Why had he asked about her son? What did Lucas have to do with him? Nothing, that’s what. “He’s none of your concern.”
Ice pressed his lips together, nodding. “You’re right. He’s not. I was just…being polite.”
She nodded, knowing she needed to draw a line with him. “The other day with you was an awful mistake. It can’t happen again. Ever.”
“Awful?” A soft laugh vibrated in his throat. “I don’t believe you…and you know as well as I do that it will happen again…” He was staring at her mouth, and then her breasts—which were standing at attention, either from the
“Finally, some good news.” Andrea heard the exaggerated relief in her voice and knew that this dialogue would end up cut and pasted for a dramatic sound bite, a teaser for promo purposes. Use a bit of dialogue that sounded like dire news, but when you heard the whole sentence, it was actually a positive, not negative, result. Viewers watched for the negative.
“In fact, the damage is pretty minimal.” Wade looked up at her, rising as he spoke. “It helps that the floor is concrete and that the liquid was contained for the most part. Just need to replace this damp, ruined drywall here.”
“Great, then you should have it done today.”
He shook his head, retracted the blade of the utility knife, and returned it to his tool belt. “I can’t replace the wallboard yet.”
“Oh?”
“In order to assure that there won’t be any molding to deal with down the road, the space needs to be completely dry before I can replasterboard it. I’ll set up a portable heater for the next couple of days.”
“A heater?” An image of the fresh fruit going the way of the frozen filled her mind, knotting her stomach. “This is a cold room. We can’t have the room heating up.” The klieg lights were already warming the air too much.
Wade bent over and grabbed the chunk of plasterboard he’d cut from the wall, extended his lithe body to his full six-plus, and offered her that rare grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll direct the heat to this one spot and set the temperature to the minimum.”
Andrea felt herself smiling back, reacting to this very good-looking man.
“Cut,” Ice called. “Thanks, Wade. Looked good to me. If you’ll go with Bobby there, you can sign the release form.”
“I need to set up the heater first. It’s in my pickup,” Wade said, then ambled out with Bobby.
Flynn lowered the camera and unplugged the kliegs. “Flynn, follow that Wade guy and get some shots of him with his truck.”
“Huh? Oh, okay.” Flynn hurried to catch up with Wade.
The bum’s rush, Andrea thought, delivered by the demon manipulator. She’d intended to walk with Wade to his truck and bring up the possibility of meeting up sometime for a drink. Damned Ice. She spun on her heel with every intention of chewing him out, but froze under the gaze of those mesmerizing eyes that haunted her dreams. His grin said he had her where he wanted her—all to himself.
He needed to be set straight on a few points, first that she wouldn’t be manipulated. Maybe he couldn’t help himself, being a director, but she didn’t like it. She closed the gap between them as though she were glad to be alone with him. She got up close and personal, in full-on flirt mode, fingering his collar, feeling the pulse at his neck quicken, hearing his intake of breath. She leaned into him as if she meant to kiss him and whispered, “If you’d wanted to get me alone, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”
He started to reach for her, but she pulled back. He cocked his head, studied her, something bothering him, but not what she expected. “How’s Lucas?”
The question seemed to come out of the blue, like an angry hornet biting into her exposed flesh. Why had he asked about her son? What did Lucas have to do with him? Nothing, that’s what. “He’s none of your concern.”
Ice pressed his lips together, nodding. “You’re right. He’s not. I was just…being polite.”
She nodded, knowing she needed to draw a line with him. “The other day with you was an awful mistake. It can’t happen again. Ever.”
“Awful?” A soft laugh vibrated in his throat. “I don’t believe you…and you know as well as I do that it will happen again…” He was staring at her mouth, and then her breasts—which were standing at attention, either from the
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