lobby and stepped into the bright sunshine.
They returned to Wynn’s Spitfire. No, hers, she remembered, as the fog began to clear in her head.
“I’m not sure I can drive,” she confessed as they reached the sports car.
“Give me the keys.”
Scarlett unzipped her tote and found them, shakily handing them over. Wynn opened the passenger door and she got in, still a bit dazed. He came around the front and slid behind the wheel.
“Care if I put the top down?”
She smiled. “I was hoping you would.”
He started the engine and rolled the windows down before pressing a button. The top folded back, settling into a slot behind them.
“Call Cassie,” Wynn urged. “The sooner she and Breck can get Carbon Man 4 written, the sooner I’m free to pursue other things.”
The gleam in his eyes told her those pursuits involved more than his film career.
As Wynn worked his way back to the front of the studio, Scarlett located her cell and hit Cassie’s name on her frequent contact list.
“What happened?” her sister-in-law asked eagerly, not bothering with a greeting.
“Ed Mussfield went for it. All of it,” Scarlett confirmed. “The legal team will review the docs I drew up and we’re scheduled to meet again tomorrow morning and sign off. After that, Wynn will be free and clear after he shoots his portion of the next solo movie. By the way, the director called your treatment bloody fantastic.”
“And?” Cassie prodded.
“I’m going to text you Ed’s number. He’s expecting your call. He wants to hire you and Breck to write the script.”
“I knew it. The outline was pretty fantastic.” Cassie laughed. “I don’t sound biased at all.”
“Wynn read it on our way over to Rylon and loved it. I guess I’ll need to do that, too. This is a terrific opportunity for you and Breck.”
“We think so. Breck’s already on his way back to Vegas. Jo has another nine days of shows to do in her three-week stint. She’s even talking about a possible residency. In the meantime, I’ve already started Carbon Man 4, based upon what we hammered out during the last twelve hours. Breck will continue with the Mark Brockwell script for now.”
“That’s great. I’ll text you the number now.”
“Good work, Scarlett. I know it wasn’t easy going into the lion’s den and pitching such a wild idea. My advice? Take the rest of the day off and go do something crazy.”
She glanced at Wynn, thinking of all of the things she wanted to do to him. “I plan to. Talk to you later.” Then choosing to perform a cardinal sin for any LA lawyer, she turned off her phone.
Replacing the cell in her purse, Scarlett looked down at her hand in Wynn’s He’d claimed it as she’d spoken to Cassie, which had Scarlett’s heart racing. It had made trying to hold a coherent conversation almost impossible. That’s when she realized this was something different than anything she’d ever experienced before. Simply holding hands with this man had her adrenaline skyrocketing.
Wynn lifted their joined hands and kissed her knuckles. The best kind of chills ran along her spine.
“So, back to Lymon McGraw?” he asked.
“No. Cassie suggested I take the rest of the day off and celebrate. My sister-in-law has never given me better advice.”
Wynn paused at a stop sign, his eyes raking over her. “Where to, Lady Lawyer?”
“Your place,” she decided. “Wherever that is.”
His hand tightened around hers and he accelerated again.
They rode without speaking, the wind blowing her hair and the early September sun warming her skin. Scarlett couldn’t recall the last time she’d ridden in a car and not known where she was going but it didn’t matter. Being with Wynn was enough. If he’d headed east on Route 66 and kept going, she would willingly travel across the country without a backward glance. The law had been her life up until now. She’d thrived on the many challenges thrown her way. It was still important to her but a myriad of opportunities had opened up with Wynn Gallagher’s presence in her life. She wanted to make the most of them.
“When’s the last time you played hooky?’ he finally asked, long after they’d left LA and headed north on the PCH.
“High school,” she said, chuckling at the memory. “It was less than a week before graduation. I’d been one of those outstanding student leaders. Involved in everything. Suddenly, I was done with being upstanding and responsible. I wanted one perfect day, one just for me, so I took it.”
“What did