Fuck, he’s magnificent.
And such a goddamn little shit.
“Got it?” he snaps. “None of thiseverhappened.”
“Got it,” I say quietly.
I remain unmoving on the forest floor, instincts screaming their protest as I watch him walk back to set.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
MYLO
That night
The thermostatin my hotel room must be broken. The temperature reads sixty, but it has to be at least eighty degrees, if not hotter. Opening the window doesn’t help. Sweat coats my skin, cloying and sticky, and the coldest I can get the shower is lukewarm.
Just my luck.
The sheets stick to my limbs, and I finally kick them off the bed, rolling out of the damp spot left by my sweat. For the briefest moment, the fresh cotton is cool relief. Then my sweat soaks it again.
I thrash, I sigh, I pace.
But mostly I lie there, staring at the ceiling, begging to fall asleep.
When my alarm goes off, I’m still wide awake.
It takes three tries for me to keep my suppressant pill down, but I do it.
The show must go on.
I step out toward the van in a tank top and shorts, feeling vaguely overheated, to see the rest of the crew in jackets.
One of them raises a brow at me. “Ready to show off the guns to Evansworth? You know she’s not gonna see us until we’re on set.”
“Ha ha.” I roll my eyes. “It’s not that cold.”
“Eh, whatever you say.”
On the way in, the heat is so unbearable that I roll down the window and perch on the door, holding the roof rack. It’s slow enough going that nobody complains, and one of the other stunt performers does the same on the other side of the van.
My mini-vacation is over, so it’s back to the makeup trailer with Haley to get ready for the day. There’s a twinge of that stupid omega jealousy as I see her, but it fades as soon as she wraps me in a hug and I catch her mild beta scent—more her hair conditioner than anything else.
“You’re alright, then? Really?”
I pull back and nod. “Yeah. All good.”
“Oh, that’s anincrediblerelief. I wanted to come check on you, but Lana grabbed me to work on the rewrites.”
“How do you feel about them? The rewrites?”
Haley blushes. “Listen, Mylo, you didnothave to read my mind and give me an excuse to kisstheChristine Evansworth! But also, I am eternally in your debt. Seriously, I’m dreaming.”
My chest goes tight again, rumbling with a low growl.
Jesus, Mylo, keep it together.
