“No… There’s a table read. I’m pretty sure that’s not until tomorrow, though.” Eighty percent sure. Truthfully, more like seventy-six, but one thing at a time.
She nods, mischief dancing in her eyes. “You know what, I have a better idea than a walk. If you’re up for it?”
I smile. “I’m always up.” Skye’s eyes go wide as quarters, and it dawns on me what I just said. “I mean… I didn’t mean…”
Skye laughs.
“I’m just going to stop talking now.” I cover my mouth with my hand.
“Should we meet around three?”
I nod, my mouth still covered.
SKYE
Miles just told that super cute girl with short pink hair that he was absolutely not into me. Once I got past the surprisingly swift sting, I realized this is perfect. We can hang out, (for muse purposes) and I don’t have to worry about leading him on.
I get to work writing comments for one of my critique partners' pages, make lunch, finish a few chores, and then get ready to hang out with Miles. After I pull on my turquoise jumper that makes my eyes pop, I take some time with my makeup, lace up my nice hiking boots, and head down to meet him.
Coming down the hall, dressed in a white-collared button-up shirt, is a tall man with full, dark hair. He smiles when he sees me, his teeth so white against his dark skin; he looks like he walked straight out of an ad for toothpaste. Actually, I think I have seen him in a toothpaste commercial.
“Oh, hello.”
I instinctively look behind me, but no, he is talking to me.
“I’m Ty Marshall.” He holds out a hand.
Ty Marshall. It wasn’t a toothpaste commercial I’d seen him in, more like close to twenty films. It’s so odd having all these famous people just roaming about. Like seeing peacocks in the wild andrealizing they’re just birds. I shake his proffered hand; his palms are smooth and warm.
“Skye Ainslie.”
“Ahh, the Lady of the Manor.”
Lady of the Manor? Ick. “I guess so.”
“It’s wonderful to meet you. I just got turned around looking for the bathroom.”
“Aye, it’s right over here.”I motion to the closed door. Exactly how many people will be sharing this bathroom with me while they are filming?
“I tried that one. It’s locked. Is there another?”
“There are quite a few downstairs. Some of them even work.”
Ty’s brow furrows. His face doesn’t look too happy about this bathroom situation either. Just then, the door opens. Miles emerges smelling of that subtle mix of cinnamon and cloves and looking handsome in a cream fisherman’s sweater that highlights his dark hair and lashes.
“Miles.” Ty smiles and holds out a hand to Miles, which—to my surprise—he sidesteps, keeping his arms resolutely at his side.
He gives a curt nod. “Ty.”
I’ve never seen Miles act so cold. Usually, when he greets someone, his eyes light up and he gets bouncy. Like an excited puppy. I thought he was incapable of not being friendly, but I was wrong.
Miles turns to me, and his full-watt smile is back. “You look incredible.”
Heat rises in my cheeks. I thought I looked nice, but incredible?
“Are you ready to go?”
I nod.
