Samara Barber: Did they send you an updated schedule for tomorrow yet? They had some camera issues here, so we had to wrap early tonight. I’m free now if you are. I know you’re tired. I’ve kept you up late two nights in a row. So, you can say no, and it’ll be okay. We can talk tomorrow or something.
Dana bit her lower lip and typed.
Dana Sterling: I can talk now. I can pick you up. We can grab dinner somewhere, if you want.
Samara Barber: You just got food.
Dana Sterling: It’ll keep until tomorrow.
Samara Barber: Can I wear the wig? I don’t want to get recognized.
Dana smiled and typed again.
Dana Sterling: And the glasses. The fedora is in my trailer, though, if you want to grab that, too.
Samara Barber: How soon can you get here?
Dana Sterling: Give me twenty minutes. I need to look up vegan restaurants.
CHAPTER 21
Knowing Dana was on her way to pick her up, Samara left her trailer equipped with the black wig and glasses, choosing to leave the hat off but still bring it with her. When Dana’s car made it past the two security guards, she smiled, seeing the woman herself through the window. Dana wasn’t smiling, though. She looked pensive and maybe a little sad, too.
Determined not to ruin this thing between them, even if it was just a friendship beyond their kiss last night, Samara focused on the fact that, even though her expression wasn’t a happy one, Dana had at least shown up. She’d texted. She had offered to take Samara to dinner. She was here, and that was half the battle. Samara didn’t want to lose her.
“Hey,” Dana said when Samara climbed into her car.
“Why is the air on like crazy?” she asked.
“It was hot in here, and I wanted it to get close to seventy for you.”
Samara smiled at her and replied, “It’s about sixty-eight, bordering on sixty-seven, so you’ve accomplished your goal and then some.”
“Oh, thank God. I’m freezing!”
Dana reached for the dial and turned the air down, which meant they wouldn’t have to yell over the air blasting just to talk to each other on their way to dinner.
Samara held out the hat and said, “For you.”
“Me? I don’t need to be disguised.”
“No, but it looked good on you last night.”
Dana hesitated taking the fedora from her, but she did, although she didn’t put it on. She tossed it into the back seat and turned around, focusing on the road in front of them.
“So, where to?” she asked Samara.
“Dinner,” Samara said.
“Right. I found a vegan restaurant.”
“We don’t have to go someplace vegan.”
“It’s easier for you to find food that way.”
“Yes, butyoucouldn’t find food there.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
