It’s surprising.
I am having fun on stage at a theater. If you had told me that six months ago, I would have laughed in your face.
But here we are.
Melissa drops her brush and turns to me. “Okay… I’ve got to know something.”
“What’s that?” I ask her, meeting her eyes.
“Blaze,” she says, circling back to the question I saw in her eyes earlier. “Where on Earth did that name come from?”
I laugh. “My dad, actually. He named all of us boys. Mom says that he wanted us to be forces of nature. Dramatic, I know.”
She ponders this. “I like that. A thematic naming system. That’s pretty cool.”
I never really thought of it that way, but I like that idea.
My brothers and I share a theme.
I like the way that she thinks.
Chapter Four
Melissa
Blaze has been an absolute godsend.
Over the past four days, he and I finished painting the daunting backdrop. He also helped me unload all the costumes, put them in their correct dressing rooms, and even steam them.
I like having him around… and not just because he is insanely attractive.
He is just so willing to help. He stays later than anyone else in the cast or crew. He never complains. And we are just really in sync.
Plus, heisinsanely attractive.
How can I just ignore that fact?
For four days, I have spent hours watching him flex those ridiculous muscles and feed me that sheepish grin of his.
I can’t help myself.
I am really swooning over this guy.
I am, however, realistic. I know that nothing can happen here. How could it? My dad is his football coach. And even though Blaze isn’t playing right now, that doesn’t mean he is going to give up his football career to be with me.
I’m only renting Blaze.
Dad’s the one who actually owns him.
It’s Friday night, exactly one week away from opening, and there is still a ton of work to do. We finished our run-through for the day, but I still have to get these freaking trees assembled.
Blaze and I are left alone in a very quiet theater and I am trying my best to keep my distance from him, but it’s proving to be impossible.
It’s like my whole body is gravitating toward him.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” I tell him, seeing that it’s 8:30. “It’s Friday night. I’m sure you have more exciting plans than assembling fake trees.”
I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.