“I will,” she calls out. “Love you!”
“Love you too.”
When I head back into the house, Easton’s waiting for me with his arms crossed over his chest. “Lainey seems a little better.”
“Yeah. Spending time with Porsha is good for her.”
He tilts his head. “Did you enjoy the outing?”
I nod. “Charlotte seems nice.” I move away from him and walk to the couch where the script is lying. “Have you been working while we were out?”
“Yes. I’m just going over my lines so I’m ready when filming starts at the studios.”
I pick up the stack of papers. “Can I look?”
“Sure.”
I glance over the page he’s currently on, and I grin when I picture him saying the words. Seeing a part where he has to leap over rooftops, I say, “I’ve read you do your own stunts. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
My head spins to him. “So you jumped out of that moving car inThe Elimination Project? They said you broke your leg.”
“Jumped out, yes. Broken leg, no.” He comes closer. “I did sprain my ankle, though.”
With wide eyes I stare at him. “Isn’t it dangerous doing your own stunts?”
He just shrugs. “There’s a whole medical team on standby should something go wrong.”
I hesitate for a moment before asking, “Have you ever thought about acting in a romance?”
Easton moves closer, and taking the script from me, he drops it on the couch. “I’ll never act in a romance. I’ve actually asked Sylvia to include a no-kissing clause for future projects.”
“Oh.” It suddenly sinks in that we’re alone for the first time, and the thought instantly has nerves spinning in my stomach.
Easton tilts his head. “Just so you know, I wasn’t acting with you.”
My gaze flies to his, and unsure how to respond, I can only stare at him.
Luckily, Easton changes the subject by asking, “What are your plans for tonight?”
“I’d like to take a shower,” I say as I start to walk toward the stairs. “My feet feel like slippery eels from all the lotion they put on.”
God, things feel super awkward.
When I reach my bedroom, I let out a sigh, wondering if it’s a good idea for me to stay in the mansion after the kiss.
It feels like I’m fighting a losing battle, and I’m being torn in all kinds of directions. I love Easton, and now that I know he’s attracted to me, it makes it really difficult to ignore the sexual tension between us.
Lainey should be my only priority.
After grabbing clean underwear, a pair of leggings, and a T-shirt, I head into the bathroom. Opening the faucets, I let the water warm while I get undressed.
My reflection in the full-length mirror against the one wall catches my eye, and I stare at my body. This is the longest I’ve been bruise-free in years.
No broken ribs. No busted lips. No black eyes. No angry handprints.
I notice that I’ve even picked up weight.
