“Okay, so what’s the reason?” I asked when he took out two pairs of aviator sunglasses from the glove compartment. He handed me the lighter one before starting the engine.
“Just sit back and enjoy it, Felicity. You’ll see parts of it. It’s better when you don’t know what’s going to happen yet. Knowing you, you’ll probably skip ahead to the ending.”
I frowned because he was right. Putting on the glasses, I sat back and pulled my hair to the side to make sure it didn’t get caught too badly in the wind.
“You haven’t planned anything this week, right? You’re working, and I’m just watching and waiting for you to come back to bed with me.”
He didn’t answer, which was an answer in itself.
I should have known better.
5:22 p.m.
The drive was short. I spent most of my time staring at how beautiful everything was. Beautiful southern mansions were exposed by the gaps in the tree-lined road until we got to a large, gated estate. The house was beautiful and white, and the security at the gates waved us in without Theo needing to stop once they noticed the license plate.
The grounds were covered with crewmembers, a food truck, and lights. Theo drove around the water fountain in the center of the driveway before coming to a stop near the left side of the house.
“Mr. Darcy.” A young, meek-looking man with pink-shaded sunglasses and unruly hair came out of the house and walked quickly forward with his hand outstretched. Theo didn’t shake it though, the asshole.
“Are they still being difficult?” he asked in a tone so cold the man looked like he was going to piss himself.
He dropped his hand, sighing deeply. “We’ve shot most of the other scenes already—”
“Tell them to go home. They’ve been recast,” Theo replied with his hands in his pockets, looking around the grounds. “Where is hair and makeup?”
“Of course, sir, but recast? With who?” The man followed beside him as he walked. I tried not to laugh, but between the height difference and the way the man acted, eagerly awaiting command, he kind of reminded me of Dobby from Harry Potter.
“Me,” he replied, and he stopped to observe me.
“Theo—”
“And her.”
For the first time, the man noticed me standing shocked and confused a few feet away.
“Yes, I can see it.” The man nodded, looking me over.
Theo snapped his fingers in front of him. “I’m still waiting for hair and makeup.”
“Of course—”
“Whoa.” I held my hands up as if that would stop them in order to ask, “Can someone fill me in on what is going on right now please?”
“Go,” Theo said to man and then focused on me. “We’re going to be in a movie.”
“I didn’t sign up for that! I can’t even act—”
“I’m hoping, only hoping, this will humble two of the actors a little. They seem to hate each other and are refusing to work together. If they believe they are both being replaced, then maybe they will get over it,” he said. It was a good plan with the exception of me.
“Still, Theo, I’m not sure I would—”
“You get to fight with me. I think there are even a few slap scenes. How did I know you would be pleased about that?” He grinned, shaking his head at me.
Without even realizing it, a grin spread across my face. Damn it. Trying my best to retain some composure, I stepped up. “Well… I mean if you absolutely need my help, how can I possibly say no?”
He leaned in and whispered, “I would if my face was going to be as red as your ass will be this afternoon.”
“Mr. Darcy, here they are!” the man yelled, coming back to us with people behind him. Theo turned, standing at my side.