Izak said to take a left.
I turn up a street and hear someone call over a loudspeaker, “Action!”
Just hearing the word has a smile spreading over my face, then a man running on a roof grabs my attention, and I stop dead in my tracks.
Gunfire erupts as Easton runs while shooting at someone. He’s wearing black combat clothes that look seriously hot on him.
Suddenly, he leaps into the air and lands in an expert roll on the next rooftop before he sets off running again.
Holy crap!
My attention is solely focused on him as I watch the scene play out, but when he leaps over the next rooftop, he barely makes it.
My hand flies up to cover my mouth as I cry, “No!”
Easton grabs hold of the edge of the roof, and luckily, the other actor he was chasing turns around and walks back to the edge. Instead of helping Easton up, he points a gun at him, and a shot rings out.
When Easton falls, I gasp and dart forward to get to him, but then he hits a safety net, and I instantly feel stupid as I slow down to a stop.
“Cut!” the director calls out. “Good work, Easton. I think we got the shot.”
Easton climbs off the net, and I smile as I watch him walk to where the director is sitting behind the camera.
I’ll wait a little. I don’t want to interrupt them.
“Hey!” A man shouts behind me. “How did you get on set?”
I glance over my shoulder at the man who’s holding a clipboard. He has an earpiece in, which he talks into, “Get security to the set. There’s another crazy stalker.”
I shake my head and let out a chuckle. “It’s okay. I’m not a stalker.”
With an angry expression, he grabs hold of my arm and starts to drag me away. “You’re all the same. This is trespassing, lady. How the hell did you get past security?”
“Wait,” I say as I pull back against his hold. “I’m Easton’s girlfriend.”
The man lets out a bark of incredulous laughter. “Yeah, and I’m the president.”
He yanks hard on my arm, making a sharp pain shoot up to my shoulder, and it has a wave of intense panic slamming into me. A memory of Trent yanking me around flashes through my mind, and it paralyzes me for a few seconds.
My body begins to tremble, and my breaths explode over my lips.
“Please,” I whimper, instinctively knowing the kicks and punches are next.
They always come next.
“Nova!” I hear Easton shout, and it rips me out of the haze of panic and has me wrenching my arm from the man’s hold.
I fall to the side, and the smoothie splashes over the sidewalk.
When the man tries to grab hold of me again, Easton growls, “Get your fucking hands off her.”
The next second, Easton darts past me to shove the man backward before swinging around to crouch by me.
Not wanting to cause more of a scene, I hurry to say, “I’m sorry.” When I try to climb to my feet, Easton’s arms slip beneath me, and I go airborne as he lifts me bridal-style to his chest. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against him.
Sucking in desperate breaths of his scent, I try to stop the trembling in my body so I won’t cause Easton any more worry.
“Is everyone okay?” I hear a woman ask.
