He smiled. "You have the chills," he said, completely unscripted.
She turned into him slightly, her face moving only a bit, nestling, getting closer to him. "You gave them to me," she said in a soft, shy tone.
She swallowed, and then when he didn't say his next line, she softly said, "What are we doing?"
Sam had been so involved with his actual feelings that he lost his place in the script for a second.
"Oh, they eat their eggs scrambled," he said, smiling and catching on. "Not fried."
"Who eats their eggs scrambled?" she asked.
"All of your family does," he answered.
She pulled back a little and stared up at him with genuine concern. "I don't know how to cook that. I've only ever done it with the yolks."
"I'll help you," he insisted, gently. "There's nothing to it."
Sam stayed right behind her, helping her scrape the eggs from the pan and turn them over. It was cooking slower than yesterday, and he assumed it was something they had adjusted. Sam was glad, though, because it seemed the extra dialogue hadn't set them off course.
"My mom didn't trust me with the cooking," she said. "All I did was clean and take care of the kids."
"Well, you'll cook quite a bit over here. I’m sure you'll do your share of cleaning and caretaking, too. You can come to the store anytime, and I'll tell you how Lottie used to do things."
It was an unscripted line, but it felt natural to say.
"Thank you, Tommy," she said, simply.
They slowed stirring, and she gently pulled back to stare up at him. "I think they know I'm not Lottie," she whispered. "I think they know and they just don't care."
Sam reached up and touched the hair on her hairline, brushing it back. He regarded her lovingly, feeling more attracted to her than he had ever imagined. His heart was pounding, and this never happened when he was acting. He had to remember to say his lines.
"Lottie and I have been close since we were kids," he said, going off script again. "She and Michael been through some things with their family. I told you it wasn't great over here. That's why she wanted to leave."
She shrugged. "Well, the life I left wasn't great either."
"Oh, no?"
"No," she said, staring at him. "I was scared to death to go to California."
There was a long pause, a charged pause where they looked at each other. "I didn't want you to go to California either," he admitted. Tenderly, he smoothed her hair. "I just hope you like it here."
"Right now, I'm feeling really thankful I stayed."
Sam stared at her with all the love he really felt in his heart. The air was charged between them. He slowly started moving in to kiss her. She moved toward him also. Their lips were almost touching, but just at that moment, Katherine came into the room, and he pulled back and stepped away from Ty in a hurry. He was smooth with the way he pulled away, and he casuallyturned and said his next line to Katherine, the girl who played Lottie's little sister.
They went back and forth for a minute or two, saying their dialogue before Sam walked out of the room with the younger girl. Cameron was waiting on the other side of that door, and she gave him two thumbs up and made a face like everything was going splendidly.
Sam couldn't even remember what he just said. He knew he went off script. He took a deep breath and turned, knowing he was heading back in there to kiss her.
Sam took one more deep breath before opening the door.
It happened as it should.
He opened the door, and Ty turned at the noise. He crossed to her, and he took her into his arms, and she went willingly. Sam stared at her and then reached up and put his hand on the back of her head, and he kissed her. He gave her two or three gentle, open-mouthed kisses before the kiss deepened.
Sam was kissing Ty.
It wasn't Tommy kissing Lottie.
