Page 59 of By The Book
Claire blinked. “Those are for me?”
“Yup,” Amelia said, fastening one to Claire’s wrist before fixing the links to the table and clicking the cuffs on Claire’s other hand.
“Okay, guys, let’s get this done. Claire, thanks for helping us out again,” Oliver said, walking toward her.
“Um, sure. Where’s the actress?”
“She has a migraine, but we need to run through this scene and make sure we get the lighting and sound right.”
“I have tospeak?”
“Just ad-lib.”
Ad-lib? “But what do I say?”
“You’ll be fine. Just wing it,” he said, moving behind the cameras to take a seat.
Wing it?Wing it?
“The setup is you’re a jewel thief. You’ve been caught after stashing the goods, and you’re about to face the head of security.”
That’s it? That’s all the information she got? How was she supposed to—
“Action!”
She startled at the shout and then again at the clap of the marker thing in front of her face.
A door opened behind her but she faced the wrong way. She sat there, hands cuffed to the table, light shining down on her from overhead, and waited for the other person to speak.
“You thought you’d get away with it, didn’t you?”
Denz?
She turned and squinted into the darkened corner but wasn’t able to make him out for certain. “Get away with wh-what?”
He stepped closer, into the light, and she gasped when she saw that it really was Denz.
He was there? But…Miami.
“The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were trouble.”
She didn’t respond. Wasn’t sure how to respond. What was happening? Her father had said Denz had a flight out of Wilmington that morning but—
“And you,” Denz said, slowly strolling around the table until he faced her. “You thought you’d get away with it.”
“Get away with what? You have no proof,” she said, remembering Oliver’s statement about ad-libbing and stashing the goods.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I let you take it, you know.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
Denz placed his hands on the table and leaned toward her, and she stared into his mahogany gaze.
“You got close to me, used me, because you thought I was safe—temporary.”
Wait, what? Was that in the script she didn’t have?
“But what if I wasn’t?”
