Page 51 of Wicked Dance
I guess some of us will be in rehearsals while others are out filming the dates. I don’t know how all that will work. I turn to look at Blitz. He’s staring out the window, still scowling. I understand how he feels. The show he built on his charisma and craziness is no longer his. And he wants this triumphant ending with the two of us, and it just got snatched away.
I reach across the seat and hold on to his wrist. “You okay, Blitz?”
Shelly glances back anxiously, then turns away.
Blitz blows out a long hard gush of air. “This business sucks,” he says. “Nobody’s in it for anything but ratings. Everybody has to cover their ass.”
“We’ll be fine,” I tell him. “It’s just television. Maybe I’ll get crazier than you and have an onscreen fling with Giselle myself.”
Duke has a coughing fit and Shelly hammers him on the back. Blitz just shakes his head.
“You’re really something,” he says, dragging me across the seat closer to him.
“I could kiss a girl. Maybe I’d like it,” I say.
Duke chokes out another cough.
“Your lips are mine,” Blitz says. “She doesn’t deserve them.” He leans in and kisses me, and I can feel his body relax.
“I really think you two are going to do fine,” Shelly says. “Everybody loves a true romance. And the other girls just didn’t cut it.”
I look up at Blitz. For his sake, and okay, maybe for mine too, I hope she’s right.
