Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,80
us both sitting there. “What’s going on?”
I gesture with a nod toward my mirror. He steps in and scrubs his chin as he reads it. “Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath.
“I think she should go to the police,” Shannon says. “Her safety is more important than this movie.”
“I happen to agree,” Tyler says.
“Ty, no.” I jump up. “You know I need to finish this.” He takes me into his arms. “If they have to recast now, it will cost big time.”
“I should go,” Shannon says and hurries outside.
“Shannon, wait, what did you want?”
She hesitates for a second. “Oh, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go over lines for our scene tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” I say. “Let’s do that next break.” She leaves and I frown, watching her go.
“What?”
“I don’t know. It’s odd. She was supposed to be running lines with Olivia. I saw them go into Olivia’s trailer, and why would she come to my trailer looking for me, when I’m supposed to be in the middle of a scene. Then again, maybe she knew Mason cut it short.”
“You don’t think—”
“No, she’s an innocent middle-aged lady, and probably just looked out her window and saw me walking here.”
“Mind if I talk to her?”
“It’s not her, Ty. I saw a young guy running from here. It must have been him.”
“What did he look like?”
I give the details and Tyler curses. “Yeah, that sounds like the same guy Carter saw. I’m going to go find him.”
I nod. “Okay. I’m safe here with everyone around, and Carter and Jared are right outside.”
“I’m taking Carter with me. You stay around the others, okay. I don’t want you alone.”
“Okay,” I say, my nerves settling a little. He gives me a kiss on the forehead and a comforting hug and disappears outside. I take a fueling breath and a few minutes later, after pulling myself together, I step outside. I run into Olivia, who’s sipping a coffee and reading over her lines. “Hey,” I say.
She smiles up at me, and I grin, instantly knowing that look on her face. She’s been hooking up with Jared. I turn my head and find Jared watching us both.
“So Jared, huh?” I say with a laugh. “Has his grandmother been matchmaking with you guys? I suppose you’ll be at the next Sunday dinner.”
She frowns. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, Grandma Nellie, she’s always trying to marry the guys off. She wants a great-granddaughter.”
Olivia stands there looking at me like I’ve just been released from some asylum. “Are you okay?” she asks.
Okay, so apparently it’s only Tyler and me she’s trying to marry off. Does that mean she doesn’t think Olivia is right for Jared, yet I’m right for Tyler? There’s no doubt that we do fit well together.
“Nothing.” I give a dismissive wave. “I just haven’t been getting much sleep.” Olivia gives me a knowing grin, and I ask. “Were you and Shannon running lines earlier?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Oh, no reason. She just showed up at my trailer and wanted to run lines with me.”
“Weird. She took a quick break to grab a coffee but didn’t come back with any.” She points to her head. “I think she must be going through menopause or something. She can’t seem to remember anything these days.”
I shake my head, because that’s not a nice thing to say at all. As Olivia takes a sip of her coffee, my phone rings. Thinking it might be Tyler with news on the boy, I excuse myself and tug my phone from my back pocket. The call display informs me it’s Rock, and I hesitate for a second. My phone keeps ringing, so I slide my finger across the screen.
“Hey, big brother,” I say and stifle a yawn. “How’s it going?”
“I’m the one who should be asking you that question?” I hear something bang in the background. He must be at the gym.
“Why do you say that?”
“You haven’t returned my call.”
“Just busy.”
A beat of silence and then, “How’s the shoot?”
I inject a measure of enthusiasm into my voice when I say, “It’s great. Going really well. It’s so pretty here on the East Coast.” I try not to ramble. Rock always knows I ramble when I’m nervous about something. “How’s training?” I ask, redirecting the conversation.
“Good.”
“Ready for the big fight in Vegas next month?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re going to win, right?” I ask.
“Of course I am,” he says with a chuckle.
“You must make a lot of enemies, winning all the time.”
He goes quiet and I curse under my breath. Dammit,