I stepped into my trailer and sat in a luxurious, leather recliner in the media room, my phone in hand.This trailer is ridiculously cool. Mike’s the best boyfriend ever.
Scrolling to the Tribeca website again, I checked the photo gallery. The stars were glamorous, of course. Legendary. Then there was a picture of Mike alone, looking fucking amazing in a silver suit. The caption next to it read: Mike Gennaro took time from his busy schedule to hit the carpet for the premiere of “Everything Under the Sun.”
Another caption caught my attention under a picture of Mike and me together on the carpet: Maggie Dawson and Mike Gennaro made a great pair at the premiere of “Everything Under the Sun” during the Tribeca Film Festival.
There was another photo of us sitting together, laughing. I pursed my lips as I read the caption: Maggie Dawson and Mike Gennaro looked like they were having a blast at the Annual Tribeca Film Festival Artists Dinner.
I reclined in the comfortable seat, stretching my arms, wondering if those were the official festival photos, the tabloids must have had a blast, too.
Yet I didn’t give a fuck. I had no regrets. My first movie premiere. My first award. If Mike hadn’t been there, cheering for me like a crazy football fan as he did,thatI’d have regretted for the rest of my life.
I quoted him in my head.Let them say whatever they wanna say.
Departing the media room, I heard some noise outside the trailer. I looked through the window and found Raoul standing a few feet away.
Getting out of the trailer, I waved at him. “Hey!” He jogged toward me, and I greeted him with a hug. “What’s happening? What are you doing here so early?”
“Um…they sent me a text. A meeting to discuss some script changes. What areyoudoing here so early? They said you’d be here at ten.” He was sweating, and his hands couldn’t seem to find his pockets.
I arched a brow, the blinding sun irritating my eyes. “What fuckin’ changes? I didn’t make any changes.”
He stuttered some incoherent words, his eyes darting from one trailer to another. “Let’s get you inside.” He climbed the steps into the trailer, and I slammed the door shut when we were both in. “Can I have some water?”
I yanked the minibar open, grabbed a bottle, and tossed it to him. “What changes, Raoul? And who sent you the text?”
He took an incredible amount of time to drink. Definitely hiding something from me.
“Give me your phone,” I ordered, glaring at him.
He finally stopped drinking. “No!”
I patted the pockets of his jeans. “Give me your fuckin’ phone now.”
“Get off me, loca,” he squeaked. “It was Gennaro. He sent me the text.”
My back jerked straight. “Mike?”
“Duh!”
My tongue twisted inside my mouth, anger and suspicion swelling through me. “Call him.”
“Okay.” He fished his cell out of his pocket and tapped on the screen.
“Speaker,” I commanded. “But don’t tell him I’m here.”
He shook his head, but he opened the speaker.
“Garcia. You here yet?” Mike’s voice was rough, like he’d recently woken up and hadn’t yet spoken.
“I’m in Maggie’s trailer. She’s here already and mad about thechangesyou said you wanted to make.”
My eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. Raoul cringed in response.
There was a long pause before Mike spoke again. “Maggie?”
“Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m…in the screening room.”
