Marc and Beth were themy body is a templekind of family, and even the kids liked things like broccoli and spinach pizza with cauliflower crust.
“No, you and I can have pepperoni with extra cheese.” He turned to Aly for her request.
“I think I’ll skip the pizza and the game and work on the design for the cabinets.” Aly stood and headed for the kitchen.
Andy raised a brow at Will as his lips pulled tight. A kernel of worry landed in his stomach at Aly’s quick exit. He hoped she would get used to having his family around soon.
CHAPTER18
“One more take.I don’t like the way I said those last few lines.” Logan frowned at the playback of the sixth take of the same conversation.
“No!” Aly’s shoulders slumped. Andy’s swim meet had started at five, and it was already five forty-five. Missing more of it wouldn’t do her any favors, because Andy was still annoyed with her for dating Will.
Or hooking up with him. She’d spent the last few nights slipping into his room after Andy had fallen asleep. Will was becoming an addiction that would be very hard to break. Not that he’d given her any indication that he wanted it to end. Her body buzzed at just the idea of his hand running along her skin. Everything was going well, but she wasn’t sure where they were headed. But Will called it dating, especially when he was talking to Andy.
Garry called it viewer crack. The second episode of the special had aired, leaving viewers hanging on thewill-they-or-won’t-theyquestion as she fled the dance floor with Will chasing her.
She just wished she could get rid of the nagging unease that fluttered in her stomach.
“What’s the problem?” Garry asked, looking away from the screen.
“Today is Andy’s meet, remember?” Although they had all been off on Sunday, she’d worked extra Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, finishing the tile for both the downstairs powder room and the second bath upstairs. Last night, she’d worked with the crew until almost ten so they could be done at four thirty today.
Garry winced as he checked his watch. “Okay guys, we have to wrap this up.”
“What?” Logan demanded. “She can waste hours having to cover up the fucking hickey, but when I need a retake, it’s ‘Aly needs to go’?”
Heat shot up to her cheeks, and her hand instantly lifted to cover her collarbone. Lily had been cursing the hickey all week, and she wasn’t shy about it. She had even called Will and chewed him out for not keeping to somewhere the camera couldn’t see.
“You know you two are never going to last, right, Alley-cat? He just wants the media attention.”
Aly wanted to jump in and stand up for her relationship with Will. She had been floored a few days earlier when Will had defended her need to travel to Andy. Like he wasn’t fazed that she’d be gone in a few weeks. At the time, that had been the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. But it hit her then that maybe it would be an easy way for him to end what was going on between them.
“Don’t be a fucking kid about this. Pouting won’t get you anywhere. This special is focused on Aly, so naturally, she’ll get more attention.” Garry sighed.
“Pout? I think you forget who’s made this show what it is.” Logan yanked off his tool belt and dropped it on the counter of the master bath before storming out.
“I know who’s made it difficult,” Garry muttered before turning back to Aly. “Sorry we ran late.”
“It’s okay, but are we done?” She didn’t want to get her hopes up, only for Garry to ask for one more shot.
“You’re good. Get out of here. I’ll deal with Logan’s pity party.” Garry stepped over the threshold, waving for his assistants to join him.
Aly quickly headed to her old bedroom; for the time being, it was being used as her dressing room. Lily looked up from her phone as soon as Aly shut the door.
“You ready?”
“One sec.” Aly grabbed her sweater and tossed it on over the tank top. “Thanks for coming with me.”
“Sure. Maybe I’ll win Andy over and he’ll talk to me.” Lily shrugged a shoulder clad in fishnet fabric. It was hard to tell if it was a fishnet unitard or just tights and a shirt, but her arms and her legs were covered in the black netting. She’d cut the neck off the T-shirt and had paired it with a short black leather skirt, looking more like she was headed to a rock concert than a swim meet. But who was Aly to judge? She’d tossed a sweater and UGG boots on over leggings that still had tile dust on them.
“You’ll probably get a warmer reception than I will.” Seeing as it was close to six already and they were a half hour from Andy’s meet, he’d likely be pissed when they finally arrived.
“Will said a few of his brothers were coming,” Lily shimmied her shoulders, “so if they look anything like him, that has the potential to be serious eye candy.”
“He did? When did he tell you that?” Had he stopped by? Aly hadn’t seen him.
“I texted him to tell him we were running late because dipshit was being a baby and reshooting everything. He said to look for his brothers when we got there.”