“We have medical people on staff for that,” she says back, frowning as she looks me up and down. “You’re just an actress.”
“Actually, I’m a nurse,” I say.
“Are you really?” the injured woman says. It’s the first time she’s talked normally since hurting herself.
I smile. “Yep. Licensed in the state of Texas.”
She breathes a quick sigh of relief. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I feel Trevor’s eyes on me as we walk, the three of us, toward a golf cart driven by a paramedic. I give him a brief description of the injury and he takes over.
“Thank you,” the woman calls out to me as she climbs into the golf cart. I wave at her as she’s taken away in the golf cart.
“Let’s get back inside,” Trevor says, lightly touching my back for a brief moment. But even that slight touch lights up my insides. He frowns. “The show must go on.”
“Right,” I say, glancing back toward the Lake Sterling banquet hall. It’s a real venue for real people, but the film crew has temporarily rented out the entire space.
“I know you’re new at this, so I’ll warn you that you’re probably about to be yelled at,” he says as we walk the short distance toward the doors.
“What do you mean?” All of a sudden my cheeks feel hot, because the only reason I can think of for getting yelled at is that a few minutes ago before the light bulb injury, I was literally kissing Trevor Owens. The star of the film. And I was enjoying it a little too much.
Or maybe a lot too much.
And I’m not an actress—I’m just an extra. Just a body double for the real thing, the beautiful, stunning, super talented actress who issupposedto be kissing Trevor Owens on that dance floor. Oh gosh. I’m gonna be sick.
“You can’t exactly run off set to tend to someone’s wounds,” he says, holding the giant glass door open for me. “You’re the main character in that scene. Well, me and you, but yeah. We can’t leave, even if we have good intentions. Filming doesn’t stop until the director says so.”
I draw in air through my teeth. “Right. Okay.”
Trevor’s predictions come true. The director gives me quite a talking to when we return inside, but it’s nothing I haven’t had to handle from irate nursing managers or the occasional doctor who is upset that I can’t read his mind.
I’m told that while I’m an extra, I’m an important extra because I’m filling in for the most important cast member. But the director’s lecture only lasts a couple of minutes before he’s pulled into another direction by other crew members.
Finally, they announce that due to all the shattered glass and blood, they’re going to wrap up filming for the day and we’ll all start fresh tomorrow at seven in the morning.
I breathe a sigh of relief. I need to rest my poor feet. And my poor brain. Maybe my brain needs the most rest because it’s been replaying that kiss nonstop in my head this whole time.
I chew on the inside of my lip as I walk away from the set, grateful that someone else is talking to Trevor. I don’t think I can deal with looking into his eyes right now. It all just brings me back to that incredible kiss.
The costume designer—I feel bad calling her that but I can’t remember anyone’s names because there are so many people on set—sweeps me away to Andrea Block’s costume trailer to make sure she gets her dress back. I slip out of it, standing nearly naked as I look around, only to realize I have no idea where my clothes are. I’d put them on a shelf before changing into the dress earlier. I wait several minutes, but no one comes back, so I steal a clean robe from a rack of robes and slip it on, tying the strap tightly around my waist.
I text Julie to let her know I’m coming home early…as soon as I’ve found my real clothes.
Julie:oops… I told Max you’d be gone all day so we went to the city to do some shopping and get dinner. So you’ll be alone... sorry!
I blow a raspberry as I read her text, but I type out a nice reply.
Me:No worries! I’ll just hang out until you’re back.
After the day I’ve had, maybe it’s best if I go take a hot shower to sear out the memory of Trevor’s kiss from my mind and then crash on Julie’s couch and watch TV.
I open the door to the costume trailer and step out, almost crashing directly into the one person I’m trying to forget.
“Trevor!” my voice sounds like a startled mouse. I swallow. “Hi.”
CHAPTER10
Trevor
