Page 57 of Amore
I didn’t want Luke to be my secret lover, but we were keeping a low profile because Candace was still pissed about the breakup. We had confirmed she’d been the one to leak the attack to the media, and even though we didn’t have proof, we were certain she’d slashed the tires on his car. She also wouldn’t stop texting him about random stuff like the Dodgers, some TV show they watched together, and anything and everything to get a reply from him.
He never texted back.
The limo pulled up to the tarmac, and Luke asked, “Ready, Ms. Borelli?”
I snickered. “Yes, thank you.”
He opened the door, got out with Emily, and handled the luggage while I stayed in the car. He was dressed in a black polo shirt and black pants, and I watched his arms flex as he carried my bags inside the plane. My mouth watered.
Luke walked down the boarding stairs to the limo door, and held out his hand for me and we made our way onto the plane. Emily was already in her seat.
I went to the back with Luke. There was no bed or private room, just a few rows of seats. “First time on a private plane?” I asked Luke as the flight attendant closed the cabin door.
“It is,” he confirmed.
I leaned closer to him and whispered. “No joining the mile high club.” Even though we had only kissed, I felt as though I was ready for the next step. A part of me felt that if I were to be in control, I could overcome the memory of the attack. Iwantedto overcome it and finally be with Luke after all these years. Maybe different scenery—not my house or his—would work.
“No, Ms. Borelli. I’m on duty and that’s inappropriate,” Luke teased.
“You won’t be later tonight.” I winked.
“Yeah?” He grinned.
I bit my bottom lip. Having Luke share a bed with me was like holding a cookie in front of a toddler and telling them they couldn’t eat it. It sucked, and if I hadn’t been attacked, I knew things would have been different.
“Tonight, I get to relax before the table read and shooting begins. Let’s order room service and lock ourselves in the room all night.”
“You know I’m at your beck and call.”
“And I think it’s time for your first payment.”
* * *
Once we landed,a driver took us about an hour outside of Vancouver to a little town on the Fraser River.Snowballs in Decemberwas being filmed in the quaint town, but where we were staying was in a lodge about twenty minutes away. Most of the crew, including Emily, stayed in town, but Luke and I were staying at the lodge along with Brody, my co-star and male lead.
Luke and I settled into our connecting rooms, changed into our pajamas, and grabbed the menu to order room service.
“Ooh, they have poutine,” I gasped.
“Poutine?” Luke asked.
My mouth dropped open. “You’ve never heard of poutine?”
“Um, no?”
“Mr. Japanese hot dogs has never heard of poutine?” I questioned again.
“Is it a hot dog?”
I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly. “No, silly. It’s french fries with gravy and cheese curds on top.”
“I’ve never heard of that before, but it sounds delicious.”
“It started in Canada, so maybe that’s why you’ve never had it, but I’m also certain we can get it in LA.”
“Let’s get it then.”
“Okay.” I beamed.
