I wiped the tears from my eyes, trying to glare at him. He still had one more line.
He looked at me for the longest time before finally saying, “You’re right. So let me go die, then.”
I waited for him to walk out. The scene said I was supposed to crumple to the floor and cry, but I didn’t. I saw the broken glass, fetched the handkerchief, and picked up the pieces one by one.
“And CUT.”
“Ah—” I hissed, cutting my finger.
“Ms. Harper?” Mr. Hamilton rushed toward me.
“I’m fine. Stupid idea, huh? I just couldn’t break down—”
“No, no!” He grinned, helping me back up. “I thought it was brilliant! Margaret, even though she’s angry, is still trying to put together the pieces of Ernest. In fact, you getting cut is even more symbolic. How did you think of it?”
“I figured with a house this clean, she’d want to keep it that way even when she’s angry.?
? I shrugged. He thought about it for a moment, but I added, “Your meaning was so much better though.”
“What happened?”
We both turned to Theo, who was staring at the cut on my finger.
“I’m fine. My creative liberties went astray,” I replied before sucking on the wound.
“Mr. Hamilton, let me know what the actors say tomorrow. We’ll be leaving now,” he said as he took my hand and led me out the front door.
“Theo, hold up. I have to go change,” I said when my feet touched the gravel outside.
He smirked, and I saw the lust in his eyes. “Not yet.”
Oh boy, the things that turned us both on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Virginia isn’t the only place for lovers
Felicity
9:02 p.m.
“Where are we?” I asked him when he pulled over to the side of the road. There were cars parked all up and down the edge of the street.
“Ambler, North Carolina,” he said as he came around to open the door for me.
“I know that, but what is this?” I got out and pointed.
He clasped my hand and led me into the forest. I saw a few flashlights in the distance, but for the most part we were in total darkness.
“This isn’t creepy at all.”
“Shh!” He shushed me, and it was then I heard a few whispers and giggles. The path ahead of us cleared up. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he lifted me up and over a fallen log and set me back on the dirt path.
“I could have got it.”
Hearing a giggle behind me, I turned to see a guy, probably in his teens, copying Theo’s move as he helped his girlfriend over the same log. She blushed and hugged him when he set her back down.
“That’s the response you should have had,” Theo whispered, and I rolled my eyes. Excuse me for not blushing.