Page 82 of Nothing to No One

“I don’t know.”

“We should find out,” she said on a sigh, lips curling. “Send them a thank you gift.”

The rumble of his laugh warmed her cheek. “You want to thank them for putting us in this position?”

“This position isn’t so bad.”

“No, it is not, Fawn.”

His tone was enough to betray his thoughts. He may like being there with her, but, like she’d said to Roxie, it wasn’t enough. This wouldn’t last. They wouldn’t.

“Are you sorry?”

“About what?”

“This,” she said and sat up, crossing her legs, tangling them in the sheet, thus revealing a little more of his delectable body. Reaching over, she covered him again. She couldn’t be expected to have a conversation without drooling on him if he didn’t give her a break. “Are you sorry that we’re here?”

“I’m sorry this is the best I could give you. I’m not sorry we met.”

“And the tape?”

“I hate the tape,” he said. “You should never have been disrespected like—”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No,” he said and sat up. When the sheet fell again, she closed her eyes. Guy was trying to kill her. “To be with you? No. I want to shout it from the goddamn rooftops.”

With a hand on his chest, she pressured him to lay down again and dragged the sheet across his pecs.

“The tape put us here, beau.” She linked their hands. “Here, together. We wouldn’t have got this time if it wasn’t for that tape.”

“I was going to call you.”

“You didn’t have my number.”

“With a name like yours, I’d have tracked it down.”

Maybe not in LA, a city that made its money on stage names. Anyone he asked who didn’t know her might assume hewas looking for a hooker. A frequent comparison she’d lived with growing up… and into adulthood.

Could they be together? Independently of Roman? Was it possible for Struan to have a romantic relationship of his own? Even with her working on set, they barely got any excuse to be alone; always in proximity, they were teased with each other all day. It would only get worse now they were supposed to ignore each other.

Outside work, would he have time for dates and sleepovers? What if Roman needed him?

“Zairn said we could still do this. Be together.” Putting it on him wouldn’t be fair. “I understand why we can’t.”

“Fawn—”

“I would never do anything to hurt you or your brother.” Because one meant so much to the other. “And I do think about it sometimes. That night was kind of perfect on its own.”

“You wish we’d left it there?”

On a shrug, she conceded. “It depends on my mood. Sometimes I tell myself it was wonderful fate forcing us to confront this special energy between us.”

“And other times?”

“I think fate’s laughing at us. What were the chances of that room having cameras? It didn’t even occur to me, I didn’t think to check.”

“Neither did I.”

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