Page 33 of Rescued Heart

The smell of cedarwood, mint, and a slight citrus scent trumped the flowers and enfolded her as she pressed her hand against his chest. “Apparently, I have a bad habit of picking the wrong outfits.”

Eddie raised his right brow. “I see that.”

But there was nothing wrong with his outfit. If Eddie in a suit made him worthy of a movie contract, the sight of him in a pair of jeans was somehow even better. More like this was the real him—a guy who saved lives. Cared about local kids. The kind of man she could fall for. Which would, of course, be a terrible idea.

“Don’t move.” Grace instructed. “That’s a perfect pose.”

Eddie tensed beneath Bianca’s touch.

“Now…” Grace inspected her phone screen. “Eddie, could you move your lips up on the ends?”

Eddie’s glower deepened. “Whatever happened to allowing me not to smile?”

Which resulted in Bianca’s real smile. The one that ticked up higher on the left.

Grace moaned and stomped behind Bianca. She scooped up something—the forgotten bouquet. “They got trampled.”

She pointed them right under Bianca’s nose, and Bianca released another sneeze.

Eddie stepped between them. “The flowers might do better in some water.”

Grace’s face lit up. “True. We could take some more photos later after they perk back up. Do you have a vase inside, Bianca?”

“Does a coffee mug count?”

Grace stroked the wilting petals. “These guys need more than an old mug.” Her watch buzzed on her wrist, and Grace gasped. “I’ll find us a vase. You better get going. I don’t want you guys to be late.”

As they walked toward the parking lot, Grace headed in the direction of the props trailer, probably in search of a vase.

Eddie slid his hands into his pockets. “If you tell her you’re allergic to those flowers, then both of us will be saved from taking more photos later.”

Bianca’s shoulder brushed against his, and a shiver coursed through her body. “She’s been so awesome, helping me with things. And she looked so excited. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

Eddie huffed. “Good to know. You care about her feelings but not mine.”

“That’s not—” Then she noticed his smirk. She purposely knocked her shoulder into his. “I think you can survive a few more pictures.”

“That’s yet to be decided.”

They passed the staged ambulance that would be the scene location for tomorrow afternoon’s filming, and Bianca clenched her purse in her hand. The flowers did remind her that she needed to send Heidi another bouquet. Grace could probably find Heidi’s home address, since she’d been released after the successful surgery to set her broken leg.

The trees outlining the start of the parking lot swayed in the breeze. “Thanks for all you guys did for Heidi yesterday. She’s been promised a full recovery.”

However, the road there wouldn’t be an easy trip. And if Bianca hadn’t requested a stunt double last minute, then Heidi never would have been injured.

“It wasn’t your fault.” The softness to his voice brought tears to her eyes.

“If I was the supposed target, then it is my fault.”

Eddie’s shoe hit the top of a persistent dandelion that grew through the sidewalk crack. “So far, I personally haven’t found anything on set that would point to you being targeted.”

Bianca shifted her purse to her other hand. “Except the cut boards.”

He pulled out his keys. “Even those don’t prove thatyou’rethe target. The movie in general could be the target.”

She ducked under a low-hanging branch. “Grace must have forgotten to mention that the limo is going to drive us. Perks of dating—I mean having an outing with a movie star.”

Eddie fisted his keys. “Right.”

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