He squirted soap into his palm and rubbed his hands together. “You’re not. Like I said, I want to make sure you’re safe out here. I can miss bowling for a couple weeks.”
“I’m not sure I’ll even be here that long,” she said as he rinsed his hands.
“Oh, I was told it would be at least two weeks.”
“I have to return to California for work next week.” She moved beside him to rinse the lettuce. “I’m not exactly looking forward to the circus that awaits me, but I’ll get through it.”
“Working on a new movie?” he asked as he dried his hands and moved to the counter with the package of ground turkey.
“Press junket for the last one.”
He nodded. “What’s that like?”
“Boring.” She laughed. “It’s a series of interviews, answering questions about the movie, about how it was to work with the other actors and the director.”
He formed the turkey into a patty and placed it on a plate. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Not if you’re the reporter.”
“I think I would’ve made an excellent reporter. I’m great in the interrogation room,” he bragged.
Adelia laughed. “Is that right?”
“Want to practice?”
“You know nothing about the film.”
He shrugged. “I already know the only question that needs asking.”
The look she was giving him let him know she was intrigued.
“If someone made your life into a movie, who would play you?”
She snorted. “Do you know how many times I’ve been asked that question?”
He laughed. “If you couldn’t act anymore, what would you do?”
“And that one.”
“They seemed like the most cliché questions people would ask,” he said with a smile.
“Definitely.” She went to the refrigerator. “What kind of dressing? Looks like we’ve got ranch and Italian.”
“I’m a ranch guy.”
“Do you want cherry tomatoes?”
He screwed up his face. “Not a tomato guy.”
“Oooh, and I thought we might just be friends, but not now. Not after this.”
He smiled. “I’ll live.”
“That’s debatable. I’m a really good friend to have, Olly.”
He rolled his eyes at the nickname. “Nobody calls me that.”
“It’s a common nickname for Oliver, right?”