stare at them, a wondering expression in her eyes. She exhaled a sigh of relief. Chelsea didn’t know. Thank God, because if she was this nervous doing a love scene in front of the crew, imagine if Chelsea knew what the crew members filming the scene were thinking…
She shuddered, suddenly doubtful of her decision to cast the rookie in the movie. But then she remembered how fabulously Chelsea carried out her scenes, and stiffened her spine. Chelsea could handle it. She was only using three cameras for this scene, and the set was closed, so that cut down the number of gawking eyes enormously.
“Jules?”
Mentally shaking her head, Julie cleared her mind of her musings, and walked over to Ty who waited for her at the other end of the set.
“You’ve heard,” she said, casting a glance over her shoulder back at Chelsea who now sat on the bed, a copy of the script in her hands.
Ty’s jaw flexed and he shot a dark look in the direction of the sound crew. “Yeah.”
Julie tilted her head to one side. “Well?”
He sighed, rubbed a hand down his face. “It isn’t true, Jules.”
“But something happened. I can tell by that non-look on your face.” She stopped herself just short of asking what. It wasn’t her business. Instead, Julie chose to focus on what was . “Whatever happened… It won’t affect my scene… Will it, Ty?”
His hands clasped behind his neck, Ty shook his head. “Chels may be new at this, but she’s a natural. I think she just missed her true calling.” He was unaware of the pride in his tone that thickened his voice, of the way his eyes glowed a darker blue as he spoke of his supporting actress.
Jaw slack, Julie gaped at him. Good lord, he was . He was , and he didn’t even know it. He was in it so deep, Cairo was just upstream.
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk with the guys and clear up that rumor,” he said, all brisk and business. His hands fell to his sides as he straightened and looked at his director. “What?”
Giving herself another mental shake, Julie nodded. “Nothing. I mean, good. I don’t want it getting back to Chelsea. She doesn’t need that crap in her head while she’s working a love scene. Understood?”
“You and me both,” he muttered. “Understood.”
“Cool. That’s all I wanted to clear up.” For now . “Let’s get back to work.”
~ *~
Chelsea looked up from the script when Tyler came back onto the set. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he said, not quite meeting her eyes. “Are you ready to shoot the scene?”
A faint blush tinted the curve of her cheeks and he knew –– absolutely knew –– she was thinking of the run-through they’d had in his trailer. “As I’ll ever be,” she murmured.
Tyler’s smile deepened. The last time he’d seen a woman blush was when he was a Senior in high school back in Wauneta, Nebraska, where he’d been born and raised. It was hard to reconcile the young woman who’d asked him to autograph her ass with the shy figure before him.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly, hooking a finger under Chelsea’s chin, and tilting her face up toward him. “We’ll be great. You’ll see.”
Sighing, she fidgeted with the sash of the burgundy flannel robe that was her costume. The tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips in a nervous gesture, and she bit her bottom lip.
Tyler followed the movement, his sky blue eyes turning cobalt. “Chelsea ––“
“Places!” Julie’s clear voice rang through whatever Tyler had been about to say; startling Chelsea who flinched her head back from his unwitting caress.
She hurried to grab her prop, a hairbrush from the dresser, and sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed. Pulling her hair free from underneath the collar of the robe, the dark tresses fell in curly waves down her back.
“Chelsea, do you really think Tina would sit on the edge of her bed as though she’s at a tea party while watching her husband and love of her
She shuddered, suddenly doubtful of her decision to cast the rookie in the movie. But then she remembered how fabulously Chelsea carried out her scenes, and stiffened her spine. Chelsea could handle it. She was only using three cameras for this scene, and the set was closed, so that cut down the number of gawking eyes enormously.
“Jules?”
Mentally shaking her head, Julie cleared her mind of her musings, and walked over to Ty who waited for her at the other end of the set.
“You’ve heard,” she said, casting a glance over her shoulder back at Chelsea who now sat on the bed, a copy of the script in her hands.
Ty’s jaw flexed and he shot a dark look in the direction of the sound crew. “Yeah.”
Julie tilted her head to one side. “Well?”
He sighed, rubbed a hand down his face. “It isn’t true, Jules.”
“But something happened. I can tell by that non-look on your face.” She stopped herself just short of asking what. It wasn’t her business. Instead, Julie chose to focus on what was . “Whatever happened… It won’t affect my scene… Will it, Ty?”
His hands clasped behind his neck, Ty shook his head. “Chels may be new at this, but she’s a natural. I think she just missed her true calling.” He was unaware of the pride in his tone that thickened his voice, of the way his eyes glowed a darker blue as he spoke of his supporting actress.
Jaw slack, Julie gaped at him. Good lord, he was . He was , and he didn’t even know it. He was in it so deep, Cairo was just upstream.
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk with the guys and clear up that rumor,” he said, all brisk and business. His hands fell to his sides as he straightened and looked at his director. “What?”
Giving herself another mental shake, Julie nodded. “Nothing. I mean, good. I don’t want it getting back to Chelsea. She doesn’t need that crap in her head while she’s working a love scene. Understood?”
“You and me both,” he muttered. “Understood.”
“Cool. That’s all I wanted to clear up.” For now . “Let’s get back to work.”
~ *~
Chelsea looked up from the script when Tyler came back onto the set. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he said, not quite meeting her eyes. “Are you ready to shoot the scene?”
A faint blush tinted the curve of her cheeks and he knew –– absolutely knew –– she was thinking of the run-through they’d had in his trailer. “As I’ll ever be,” she murmured.
Tyler’s smile deepened. The last time he’d seen a woman blush was when he was a Senior in high school back in Wauneta, Nebraska, where he’d been born and raised. It was hard to reconcile the young woman who’d asked him to autograph her ass with the shy figure before him.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly, hooking a finger under Chelsea’s chin, and tilting her face up toward him. “We’ll be great. You’ll see.”
Sighing, she fidgeted with the sash of the burgundy flannel robe that was her costume. The tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips in a nervous gesture, and she bit her bottom lip.
Tyler followed the movement, his sky blue eyes turning cobalt. “Chelsea ––“
“Places!” Julie’s clear voice rang through whatever Tyler had been about to say; startling Chelsea who flinched her head back from his unwitting caress.
She hurried to grab her prop, a hairbrush from the dresser, and sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed. Pulling her hair free from underneath the collar of the robe, the dark tresses fell in curly waves down her back.
“Chelsea, do you really think Tina would sit on the edge of her bed as though she’s at a tea party while watching her husband and love of her
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