Page 26 of Snow Balled

“Whatever. Just finish your screenplay. And ignore those men, no matter how hot they are.”

“That, I can definitely do.”

At least I thought I could. One thing was certain—I’d make damn sure I wasn’t in the living room tomorrow at three o’clock. They could do their workout without an audience next time.

* * *

An hour or two later, I ventured out into the living room. Tristan and Drew were sitting on the sofa, their feet up on the coffee table. Carter was in the recliner. All three of them were watching TV.

“Sleeping Beauty has emerged from her tower,” Drew said when he spotted me.

“Isn’t that Rapunzel?” Tristan asked. He was definitely in relaxation mode. He had on faded blue jeans and a gray t-shirt. His feet were bare, and his hands were behind his head. “There’s some chili out in the kitchen if you want some.”

“Thanks,” I said. “But you guys don’t have to feed me.”

Carter leveled his dark eyes at me. “Are we supposed to let you starve?”

I flushed. “I meant, you don’t have to cook for me, though it’s very kind of you.”

Drew grinned. “You might not think it’s kind once you taste our cooking.”

God, nothing I said ever came out right around these three. “Speaking of food, I want to help pay for the groceries, too.”

“You already did,” Tristan said, his eyes on the flat screen television above the mantle.

I frowned. I hadn’t given them a cent so far.

“You paid for your own groceries,” he continued. “Winston told us he delivered to you, too. So, we all paid for food—it’s just that ours is a little easier to get to at the moment.”

“And has fewer splinters in it,” Drew added.

He was joking, but it made me consider things I hadn’t thought of before. “Do you think the fridge is still on?”

“No.” Carter spoke flatly. “I turned off the power. The fuse box was off the kitchen.”

“It seemed like the safest course of action,” Drew said. “Who knows what damage that tree did to the electrical system.” He stretched and took his feet off the coffee table. “We were just about to watch a movie. Want to join us?”

“Uh, thanks, but I’ll just get some food.”

“I thought we were going to watch her video first?” Tristan said to the others as I made my way to the kitchen

I froze, replaying his words in my head.Her video?Had they found out I was an actress? My blood chilled as I watched Tristan do something on his phone. A moment later, a clip of an unfamiliar woman filled the screen above the fireplace.

Evidently, I wasn’t theherhe was referring to—thank God.

Still shaky from the scare, I heated up a bowl of chili in the microwave and tore a chunk of bread off of the loaf on the counter. It looked delicious, and since Winston couldn’t get up here for a while, it might be the last time to eat something like this. Not that I usually ate this many carbs, but it had been a rough two days.

I carried my food out to the worktable and took a seat, facing the sofa. Over the guy’s heads, I could see the TV. The pretty young woman was talking directly to the camera. Comments appeared at the bottom of the screen, evidently from her followers. I couldn’t tell if the video was live or recorded.

The video ended, and a new one with the same woman popped up. My curiosity was piqued. “Who’s she?”

Drew twisted his head around to answer. “Tristan’s girlfriend.”

My jaw dropped. “Really?” I tried to picture her with him. They’d make a good-looking couple, but for some reason, I’d assumed he was single—that all of them were, in fact. But I realized now that there was no basis for my assumption.

“No, she’s not.” Tristan sounded slightly exasperated. “I just like her channel. She’s got an interesting viewpoint.”

“That means he thinks she’s hot,” Drew informed me.

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