Ugh, that childish name again. “Is it bad?”
“You don’t need stitches, but you might have a concussion. Let me call your parents.” He holds out a hand to help me to my feet.
Once standing, my head dizzies, and my body sways, but he steadies me. “I can’t go home on my first day. I’ll be okay.”
He stares at me for a moment, making my dizzy head worse as heat rises in my cheeks, frazzling my senses. “Let’s get you inside and clean you up.” His arm slips around my waist and he pushes my bike with his other hand. The bent wheel makes it difficult to steer. It’s well and truly wrecked.
“I still think I should get you home. I can call Gray?”
“I’m fine, really. Don’t worry. I won’t try to kiss you again.”
He scratches the back of his neck. A red hue paints his face. “About that? Let’s not mention that to Gray. You weren’t thinking straight.”
“No. I didn’t know what I was doing.” Although nothing ever felt more right, but I don’t get what it has to do with my brother.
NOEL
Damn, what was that kiss? I couldn’t have kissed her back, she was out of it. She’d taken a knock to the head. What sort of asshole would I be if I took advantage of that?Never stopped you before. I’ve never been in this situation with Gray’s sister before. Little sprout. She’s ten years younger than me, only she isn’t so little anymore.
The film set busies around us as I hand her a glass of water. My fingers sweep her brunette curls back from her face to inspect the growing bump on her forehead.
“Thanks Noel.”
“No worries. The prop master knows you’re here. Just follow his lead and if you feel unwell, dizzy, sick… Anything. Just let me know and I’ll call Gray.”
“I can do that.” She smiles, sipping her water as I walk her through the makeshift studio inside the town hall. Her brown eyes widen and sparkle as if stepping into a magical world. This ain’t the North Pole, but the set is dressed up like Santa’s village. Just like the rest of the town.
Her fingers glide over the rig setup, ready to shoot. “Is this your camera?”
I point at a button. “Press it.”
Her pretty manicured nail strokes over the equipment. My dirty mind thinks of all the things she could do with that soft hand and those white-tipped nails scraping across my back.
Watching her press the Play button, I can’t help thinking about how she pressedmybuttons during that kiss. Gray would fucking kill me if he knew, but I can’t get the memory of her lips on me out of my mind.
The screen comes alive and yesterday’s scenes roll. She watches in amazement with an animated face. It’s easy to forget the magic of moviemaking when you’ve been doing it as long as I have. The long days and nights certainly take away the glamour, but seeing her excited reminds me of when I first started and how buzzed I was to move to Los Angeles. Now I enjoy the break of coming home to Candy Cane Key.
The production manager heads towards us.
I wave my hand towards Glory. “This is Glory, the girl I told you about.”
“I’ve seen your window display in the quaint little tea shop. You have a good eye for design.”
“Thank you, sir.” Glory widens her smile, exuding confidence.
“Jodi here will show you the ropes. Basically, anything the crew or actors need.”
Glory nods, still wearing her smile despite her ordeal. “No problem.”
My brow scrunches. “Wait. She’s not a runner. She’s the props assistant.”
Glory grazes her hand down my arm. “Noel, it’s not a problem. I can be a runner. I’m just happy to be here.”
I clench my jaw, wanting to defend her. The skills she has and eye for design are worth so much more. She shouldn’t be grunt work. Especially for the leading diva, Josh.
Jodi guides her towards the art director and introduces her to the team. I set the rig going and watch her through the lens, zooming in… Damn. I’ve always been an ass man. You can park a bike between her round floral patterned cheeks, though her dress isn’t too short, coming halfway down her dimply thighs. It’s a good thing too, as I don’t need the distraction.
Gray’s little sister. Gray’s little sister,I tell my dick, but the dirty fucker isn’t listening to me.
