me at the fishing cabin. It’s private, away from the reporters. No one will ever be able to find the place, especially if they’re from out of town. It’s on a back road off the beaten path that’s not marked and grown over. I can guarantee we’ll have the place to ourselves, and I can’t be your bodyguard if I’m not by your side twenty-four-seven, right?”
“Ty,” I say and go up on my toes. If we’re pretending to be a couple, then who cares if I kiss him with an audience. “You don’t have to convince me. I’m all in.”
“No baby, as soon as this shuts down for the night, it’s going to be me who’s all in.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, even though his eyes are full of need and hunger, and laughter is so far removed from his expression, I should probably be afraid—that he’s going to eat me alive, and leave me a shell of my former self.
He puts his hand around my head and he’s about to kiss me, but pulls back abruptly. “Shit, we’re being photographed. I’m done with the spotlight, Haven.” He inches back. “Remember where we were. I want to pick up right here once I get you alone tonight.”
“Okay,” I say, breathlessly.
Mason calls out for me. “Back to work,” Ty says, and turns to give me a whack on the backside. “Just remember, the sooner you’re done, the sooner my mouth is on you.”
I smile as a rush of want careens through me. “That’s incentive for me to get the lines right.”
He grins and walks away, taking my focus with him. As Tyler goes back to working, I take my script, read through the next scene and step up to Jonah. Soon enough, my lines are flowing, much better than they were earlier, and it could be from Tyler’s reassuring pep talk. A warm sense of security wraps around me, and I try not to think about what things will be like in a couple months when we wrap up the movie. Hopefully the letters will stop once whoever is sending them sees me with Tyler.
Minutes turn to hours and the sun drops lower in the horizon when the director calls it a day. The cast and crew are all headed to Winchester’s for a drink and a bite to eat, and I go along, even though I’d love nothing better than to hang out with Tyler in private. But he and Jared and Carter follow along, and plunk down at a table not too far from where I’m sitting with the crew.
Looking completely star-struck, Stacey brings us our drinks, and we put in our orders. I nurse a beer as everyone talks about the day’s shoot, and while I try to involve myself in the conversation, my gaze keeps straying to the Owens boys.
In no time at all, a group of girls are sitting themselves at their table and a ridiculous jolt of jealousy sparks inside me.
“You must be happy about that?” Mason says and nudges me.
“Sorry what?” I ask.
He looks at me as he takes a mouthful of beer and swallows. “Our trailers will be here tomorrow. You can move out of the Owens house.” He laughs. “But don’t worry, Gram will still be cooking for us.”
“That’s great,” I say as some cute blonde puts her hand on Tyler’s shoulder and offers him a big smile. His head lifts, like he can feel my gaze on him, and I quickly look away. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the ladies’ room.” I stand and dash down the hall. I hurry into the washroom and check myself in the mirror. Heavy boots pound down the hall behind me and I stiffen. I probably shouldn’t have run off like that. If someone was out there watching me, they know I’m alone.
Knuckles rap on the door and I freeze. “Haven, are you okay?”
I relax at the sound of Tyler’s voice. “I’m okay,” I call out.
A moment of silence and then the door inches open. I gasp as Tyler’s big, steady presence takes up space in the small bathroom. “You can’t be in here,” I say, catching his eyes in the mirror.
“Clearly you don’t know me at all,” he says, another reminder. What I do know is with Tyler, what you see is what you get. I just wish I knew myself as well as he knows himself, and honestly, while I’d like to know more—everything—about him, it’s probably