definitively—and shook her head. He got the point. If only Micah could be so easily dealt with. Except maybe he had been. He hadn’t made any moves on her the whole day. Maybe he meant what he said about being just friends.
“Oh my God, Micah Preston!” A female voice came from a group next to them. “Can we have your autograph?”
Fans. They’d been lucky so far not to be noticed, but Micah had worn his cap and sunglasses for most of the day. Now with them removed, he was recognizable.
Maddie stood close enough to him to hear his soft sigh. The admirers saw nothing but his bright smile. “Sure.” He stuck his cap into the back pocket of his jeans. “Do you have a pen?”
They didn’t, but Maddie did. She handed him one from her purse, vaguely aware of someone snapping a cell phone picture as she did.
“Micah, what are you doing in Colorado?” another of the girls asked.
“We’re shooting a film near Golden.”
“Cool! Do you need any extras?”
“I wish.” Micah was polite, charming even. “But it’s about a bunch of outlaws hiding in the mountains. Small cast. Hey, I’d love to stay and chat, but my friends are waiting.” He returned Maddie’s pen.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she said as they joined the rest of their group at the theater doors.
“No, but they took our picture. That gets online and the rumors will begin about you and me.”
You and me. Her heart sang. How nice that sounded.
“That’s our one pic, Maddie,” he teased. “We’ll have to be more careful in the future.”
She shivered at the thoughts those words elicited of sneaking around, avoiding paparazzi and fans. It was an unexpected turn-on. Maybe a secret affair with Micah wouldn’t be so bad. But then there’d be the inevitable breakup and that would just suck.
At the door, they surrendered their tickets to the usher and entered the theater. Sam had predicted correctly—the room was packed and available seating was sparse. Finding six seats together would be impossible.
“There’s four,” Fudge said pointing to an area near the front.
“You guys take them,” Micah said. “Maddie and I will sit back here. She doesn’t realize I’ve already won our film debate, and I’m sure she has a few more impressive yet irrelevant bits of trivia to throw at me.” He winked at her.
Before anyone could argue, Micah ushered her into the two seats on the aisle of the very back row. It was an older theater, one without stadium seating, and the exit lay just behind them.
“You’re terrible,” Maddie said as she sat down, though she was secretly thrilled to be alone with him.
“What, why? I said it was impressive trivia.”
She glared. “Not that.”
“Oh, separating you and Sam? You said it wasn’t a date.”
“It isn’t. But do you really think it’s fair to stick him with your bodyguard?”
“Hmm.” He considered a moment. “Nah, they’re fine.” He pressed his knee against hers. Was it on purpose? Maybe he had equally been turned on by thoughts of a secret relationship. Or maybe he had been waiting to get her alone. “They can get to know each other.”
She willed herself to stay strong, but leaned into his leg anyway. “Like we’re getting to know each other?”
He relaxed at her response. “I hope not—I mean, do you think Sam is… I’m positive Fudge’s on our team, but Sam…”
She laughed. God, he was charming. “Shut up. Sam is not gay.”
“You sound like you know from experience.”
“You sound jealous.”
“I don’t get jealous.” He took her hand. “I get what I want.”
Her hand in his felt warm and tingly, quite unlike when Sam had played the same move. He began stroking her slowly with his thumb and her skin burned under his touch. Nearby giggling drew her attention to the fans from the lobby seated across the aisle. She reluctantly pulled her hand away. “Stop it. I don’t need people thinking I’m hooking up with you.”
“Why? Am I that
“Oh my God, Micah Preston!” A female voice came from a group next to them. “Can we have your autograph?”
Fans. They’d been lucky so far not to be noticed, but Micah had worn his cap and sunglasses for most of the day. Now with them removed, he was recognizable.
Maddie stood close enough to him to hear his soft sigh. The admirers saw nothing but his bright smile. “Sure.” He stuck his cap into the back pocket of his jeans. “Do you have a pen?”
They didn’t, but Maddie did. She handed him one from her purse, vaguely aware of someone snapping a cell phone picture as she did.
“Micah, what are you doing in Colorado?” another of the girls asked.
“We’re shooting a film near Golden.”
“Cool! Do you need any extras?”
“I wish.” Micah was polite, charming even. “But it’s about a bunch of outlaws hiding in the mountains. Small cast. Hey, I’d love to stay and chat, but my friends are waiting.” He returned Maddie’s pen.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she said as they joined the rest of their group at the theater doors.
“No, but they took our picture. That gets online and the rumors will begin about you and me.”
You and me. Her heart sang. How nice that sounded.
“That’s our one pic, Maddie,” he teased. “We’ll have to be more careful in the future.”
She shivered at the thoughts those words elicited of sneaking around, avoiding paparazzi and fans. It was an unexpected turn-on. Maybe a secret affair with Micah wouldn’t be so bad. But then there’d be the inevitable breakup and that would just suck.
At the door, they surrendered their tickets to the usher and entered the theater. Sam had predicted correctly—the room was packed and available seating was sparse. Finding six seats together would be impossible.
“There’s four,” Fudge said pointing to an area near the front.
“You guys take them,” Micah said. “Maddie and I will sit back here. She doesn’t realize I’ve already won our film debate, and I’m sure she has a few more impressive yet irrelevant bits of trivia to throw at me.” He winked at her.
Before anyone could argue, Micah ushered her into the two seats on the aisle of the very back row. It was an older theater, one without stadium seating, and the exit lay just behind them.
“You’re terrible,” Maddie said as she sat down, though she was secretly thrilled to be alone with him.
“What, why? I said it was impressive trivia.”
She glared. “Not that.”
“Oh, separating you and Sam? You said it wasn’t a date.”
“It isn’t. But do you really think it’s fair to stick him with your bodyguard?”
“Hmm.” He considered a moment. “Nah, they’re fine.” He pressed his knee against hers. Was it on purpose? Maybe he had equally been turned on by thoughts of a secret relationship. Or maybe he had been waiting to get her alone. “They can get to know each other.”
She willed herself to stay strong, but leaned into his leg anyway. “Like we’re getting to know each other?”
He relaxed at her response. “I hope not—I mean, do you think Sam is… I’m positive Fudge’s on our team, but Sam…”
She laughed. God, he was charming. “Shut up. Sam is not gay.”
“You sound like you know from experience.”
“You sound jealous.”
“I don’t get jealous.” He took her hand. “I get what I want.”
Her hand in his felt warm and tingly, quite unlike when Sam had played the same move. He began stroking her slowly with his thumb and her skin burned under his touch. Nearby giggling drew her attention to the fans from the lobby seated across the aisle. She reluctantly pulled her hand away. “Stop it. I don’t need people thinking I’m hooking up with you.”
“Why? Am I that
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