Hammered (Blue Bay Crew #3)- Cathryn Fox Page 0,85
all I want is something far more intimate.
I just pray to God she wants the same things.
21
Haven
“Oh my God,” I say and jackknife up in bed.
“What’s going on?” Tyler asks from beside me.
“We slept in. I was so tired last night I forgot to set the alarm.” I toss the covers off and stand.
“Okay, you go shower, and I’ll get your breakfast ready.”
“I don’t have time for breakfast.”
“You can eat it in the truck,” he says. “You need food in your stomach, Haven.”
I shake my head, but love the way he cares about me like that. “Okay, thanks. I’ll grab a fast shower.” I hurry to the bathroom, and take the world’s fastest shower. I don’t bother with my hair, or makeup, that will be done on set, so I climb into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Filming has been going great the last few days, and we’ll be wrapping up sooner than I ever thought we would be. My stomach sinks. While I’m glad everything is going well, and I’m proving to be the drama-free professional that I am, I wish things were going to drag on a little longer. I’m not quite ready to leave Tyler.
In the kitchen, I find Tyler putting my food in a plastic container, and filling a Thermos mug with coffee.
“You are my knight in shining armor,” I tell him.
He grins. “I didn’t think you believed in fairy tales, Haven.”
I shrug. “I shouldn’t, but there is a part of me that’s a hopeless romantic, living in that Norman Rockwell calendar.”
He chuckles and gives my ass a light slap. “Let’s move it.”
We hurry to his car, and I casts him a quick glance. “Sorry for falling asleep last night.”
“While I wanted to ravish you, I like that you felt safe enough to fall asleep, and just so you know, it was likely a racoon we heard. The garbage can was tipped over.”
I nod and take a sip of my hot coffee, needing the caffeine fix. “I was so tired.”
He puts his hand on my lap, something I’ve grown accustomed to, and love, and he gives it a squeeze. “You needed the sleep.”
“Tonight we’ll talk about that ravishing part.”
His face drops, goes serious, and he looks ahead. “Was it something I said?”
“Yeah. Tonight, we do need to talk.”
My entire body stiffens at the seriousness in his voice. “We can talk now,” I say, worry gripping my stomach. I know we’re pretending, playing house, and we set rules. He’s pretty good at reading me, which means he could very well tell that I’m getting in deeper than I should.
He casts me a fast glance and the green in his eyes is darker. He hesitates, and my heart misses a beat. Whatever he has to say to me, isn’t coming easy to him, which leads me to believe I’m not going to like what I hear. “No, you need to concentrate on work, and your lines.”
“Okay,” I say for lack of anything else. Is he ending this thing between us? I get men wanting something from me and discarding me after they’ve gotten it, but Tyler isn’t like any of those other men. Maybe I’m reading this all wrong. Maybe he’s not ending it at all. Maybe he wants more from me, the same way I want more from him.
Do I dare hope?
We both go silent, lost in thought, and I dig into the toast and scrambled eggs. “Did you eat?” I ask.
“I’ll grab something later.”
My heart warms, loving the way he puts me first and worries about the little things, like eating. “I appreciate this,” I tell him.
He simply smiles and the next thing I know, we’re at the set. He seems a bit different this morning, distracted maybe, like he has something weighing him down. He catches Carter’s eye as I make my way to outfitting and make up. Normally he gives me a kiss before he leaves, but this time he’s walking away like a man on a mission. What is going on with him? Something is clearly bothering him.
I try to put that out of my mind as I prepare for my next scene, and after makeup and outfitting, I spend the morning and the better part of the afternoon working. By the time I see Tyler again, he has a very strange, very worried look on his face as he and Carter stand near his truck and chat.
Since I’m on a thirty-minute break, I begin to head toward them, but my