Not yet.
Once things had settled down at work, and we got a few more takes in under our belts for the day, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to text her again.
I knew I’d probably be adding to my list of unanswered texts, but I’ve never been the type to give up on something I want before getting it. I also wasn’t about to show up at her apartment for a dinner that she wasn’t actually inviting me to.
Me:I’m not picky.
Snow:??
Me:If you’re not on the menu, then I’m not picky. I’ll eat anything.
Snow:Oh. That.
Snow:Sorry, I was just going along with your little prank.
Snow:You know, that whole boyfriend thing you sprung on me? Had to make it look believable.
Me:That’s a shame. I was looking forward to eating out tonight
Snow:Ugh, you’re annoying. That was a one-time deal. We can pretend all you want on set, but behind closed doors, we aren’t a thing.
Me:So how about that date, then? Maybe we can become a ‘thing’
Jenna:Goodbye, Cole.
Me:We’ll see about that.
I chuckle to myself as I lock my phone, slide it back into my pocket, and head out of my trailer. It’s finally time to go home.
The sun is setting, different shades of orange, yellow, and dark blue paint the sky, but not even the slightest breeze graces my skin.
The once busy car park at Wingrove Estates is emptying, and I head for the hire car that Marv handed me the keys to this morning.
Throwing my phone into the center console, it lights up as I turn on the ignition, and I see my brother’s name on the screen.
“Hey, man. I’m just heading home now,” I tell him as I place the call on speaker.
“Stop past Bridie’s to collect our beers. I’ve already arranged them with the owner. The low carb ones are for you, so don’t question them,” he says. His voice is a little distant from the phone, with the sound of the shower running in the background. “You have a few shirtless scenes coming up, so you need to look in top form.”
“Yes, boss.”
Hanging up the phone, I stop past Bridie’s pub where their owner, Bea, gives me everything my brother ordered, plus a complimentary bottle of the new Wingrove Estates white wine. “This is from their summer collection,” she says with a smile. I give her one back, nodding my thanks, and lug everything back to the car.
If I were pulled over right now, the cops would think I’m heading to some sort of party with the amount of booze I have sitting on the passenger seat.
Luckily, the town has only one cop and next to no crime, so chances of that happening are unlikely.
Pulling into the car park at our apartment building, I lift the heavy boxes and the bottle of wine into my arms, close my car door behind me, and head for the doors. “Good evening, Mr. Green,” I hear Marv’s voice say from behind the cargo in my arms, blocking my vision. He takes the key that’s gripped between my fingertips and places it on one of the many hooks behind his desk. “Would you like some help?” he asks. I shake my head in response. Not that he can see me.
“I’m good. Thanks, though. You have a good night.”
Heading for the elevator, I walk past the apartment Jenna occupies on the bottom floor, knocking into Tahnee, and her husband, Gio, on the way.
“Crap. Sorry, Cole,” she says, quickly steadying the boxes in my hands before they fall.
“It’s alright. I got it,” I reply, lowering the boxes to show my face. “Hey, man. I’m Cole. You must be Gio.” Gio eyes me suspiciously, his eyebrows pinched together. “I would shake your hand but—” I tilt my head to the boxes in front of me.
“No worries. Come on, Tahn. We’re going to be late.” He ignores me, intertwining his fingers through his wife’s, attempting to pull her away.
