Текст книги "The Unidentified Redhead"

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Chapter Five

After getting back, I took a quick shower to wash the canyon off. When I was finished, I headed back down to the kitchen, where Holly had gotten home and was heating up the Mr. Chow that I had picked up for dinner.

"How was your day, dear?" I asked, giving her a peck on the cheek in my best 1950's homemaker voice.

"It was busy. I'm glad to be home. I see you had a productive day," she answered, nodding to the magazine that was in the freezer as she removed the bottle of Absolut.

I laughed and said, "I had to hide it. It was making me crazy! I was trying to write training protocols all afternoon and it was calling to me. I finally had to put it away."

I got out the jar of olives and began mixing two dirty martinis.

"How far did you get?" she asked, as she gratefully took the cocktail I handed to her.

"Hmm, let me think. He was talking with his assistant about making some modifications to the time machine. I really love the character of Isaac."

"Wait until you see the actor they got to play him in the film. Super cute." She grinned, taking a sip of her cocktail and shivering a little.

"How much time until dinner?"

"Oh, I'd say about twenty minutes."

That was just enough time to grab my magazine from the freezer again and settle into the living room for a quick, pre-dinner read.

It wasn't too long before I shouted, "Wait…what? His time machine broke? He's stuck in ancient Egypt! He can't get back?" I jumped up, running into the kitchen with a look of panic on my face. Holly was placing all the food on the table.

"Grace, settle down," she soothed.

"But what about Penelope in the first story? Will he get back to see her? Will he get back to his own time? What about…" I stammered, and then realized that I was excessively invested in this book. I attempted to reel it back in a little. "I mean, it just seems that he should have planned ahead for these kinds of mishaps. I don't know. Whatever," I said nonchalantly as I sat down and began nibbling on a spring roll, trying to appear uninterested. "I wonder if, when he gets back, if he gets back…" I ventured, glancing at Holly sideways to see if she was going to give me any information.

"Oh, hell no. I'm not giving it up," she said, rolling her eyes. "You said you didn't want me to give anything away. You'll have to read it and find out."

I sat quietly for a few minutes, sucking on my spring roll, trying to figure out what my next tactic should be.

He couldn't really be stuck there, although the idea of Joshua meeting a pharaoh's daughter had intriguing possibilities. Maybe if I asked nicely, she would at least tell me if…

"You can quit strategizing, dickhead. I'm not telling you a thing," she said again, smiling through a mouthful of garlic noodles.

Busted.

"Man, you suck! I would totally tell you," I countered.

"Like hell you would! Remember when I was in the hospital with pneumonia and I couldn't see Sex and the City until a week after the premiere? I asked you repeatedly whether Carrie and Big got married. Do you remember what you told me?" she said snidely.

"No," I answered, becoming decidedly more interested in my plate of vegetables.

"You said no way in hell would you tell me, you loved me too much to not let me find out for myself. This is the same thing. Sucks for you," she said triumphantly.

"Fine, whatever, I don't care all that much. I probably won't even finish reading it," I grumbled, sipping my Martini.

"Whatever, Grace, you are so Joshua's bitch now. Just like all of us." She chuckled. "Anyway, speaking of all things Sexy Scientist Guy," she continued, "did Jack get hold of you today? He asked for your phone number. Care to share?"

"Yeah, we texted. I wondered where he got my number. When did he ask for it?" I asked, again trying not to show too much interest.

"He called my office today and charmed my assistant into giving it to him. I swear that guy can get practically anything he wants right now. I have people calling my office constantly to book interviews, to schedule promotions, even club owners wanting him there at night. He's really about to blow up big," she sighed as she slurped up more noodles.

"Is he ready for all that? I mean, that's a lot for someone so young," I added.

"Yeah, he's ready. I mean, as ready as anyone can be. He has such a good heart and he's super smart. We're working hard to make sure that this is all manageable and he isn't just being pimped out all around town. Besides, he's having a great time and we're getting offers for some interesting projects. That makes him happy," she replied. "And speaking of having a good time, what's going on with you two? And don't play games with me, missy. I know you way too well for that."

"Holly, I just met him! He seems like a nice kid, and you know I always like meeting the people you represent. He's a funny guy," I protested, pushing back from the table and bringing my plate over to the sink.

"Yeah, we'll see," she snickered, following me.

"Holly, come on! If what you say is true, this guy can have anyone in this town and probably has. With all that fine young tail laid out like a banquet before him, why in the world would he want someone like me? I'm enjoying having a new friend, let's just leave it at that. Besides, I think he's a little young for me," I answered back, beginning to get a little agitated and not sure why.

Because you do think he is too young for you and it's driving you crazy.

"OK snark, settle. You're telling me you don't have the tiniest crush on him? Tell the truth, Grace," she said, cornering me over by the dishwasher.

"I don't have a crush," I debated. "Well, maybe I have half a crush. I have a 'cruh'," I admitted, giggling. "But it's strictly Joshua inspired," I added, knowing that was not entirely true.

"Oh, well hell, even I have a crush on him that's Joshua inspired. How could you not?" she sighed, getting a little goo-goo eyed.

With that, I knew that the discussion was over and I was anxious to get back to my reading. I helped Holly clean up the kitchen and we talked about our plans to go dancing with Nick the next night.

I grabbed my magazines and took them upstairs with me, telling Holly that I was going to go to bed early. After washing my face, I changed into my favorite old white Polo button down. I had been sleeping in this shirt since college. I snuggled down under my duvet and dove back in, determined to find out what the hell happened to Joshua.

***

1:30 a.m.

I was still reading.

I only stopped once to go downstairs and get some coffee, practically running back upstairs to get back to the story. I was now solidly into the series, and very engaged. So engaged, that I was startled by my phone ringing on the bed next to me. It was Jack…sigh.

"Seriously?" I grumbled, trying to hide the delight in my voice.

"Sheridan! Are you up?" He chuckled in a low voice.

"What if I wasn't? Do you know what time it is? Some of us sleep at night," I answered, rolling onto my side.

"Ha ha. You don't sound like you were sleeping. You sound quite alert actually, almost stirred up. What are you up to?" he asked. I could hear rustling in the background.

"Well, you caught me. I am up. And I was reading." I smiled into the phone.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

Shit.

Not wanting to be schooled for reading these stories, my eyes whirled around the room, finally lighting on the other book on my nightstand.

"The History of Salt," I answered, rolling my eyes as soon as I said it.

The History of Salt, Grace?

"The History of Salt, Grace? Wow, that sounds…dreadful. Why the hell are you reading that?" He laughed.

"Hey, it's really good. Did you know that salt was used as currency throughout history? Many major European cities are founded on or near a salt quarry. This is good information to have," I retorted, settling into my pillow. I could hear more rustling in the background.

"What're you doing? What's that sound?" I asked.

"Ever since the other night I have been craving Chex Mix." He laughed.

"Well, save me the Wheat Chex. They're my favorites." I giggled back, swallowing a yawn.

"So, what should we talk about?" he asked through a mouthful of what I assumed were Melba toasts.

"Hey, you initiated this booty call, you tell me. And don't talk with your mouth full, it's rude," I teased.

"Booty call? Is that what you think this is?" he asked, with mock outrage.

"Let me clue you in on something, Hamilton. In America, when a guy calls a girl in the middle of the night, especially when they've just met, it's most certainly a booty call," I said, deadpan.

"I know what a booty call is, Sheridan, and if I understand the term correctly, I'd be expecting to come over and get some, right?" he asked.

"That's the general idea, yes," I answered, rolling over onto my stomach, in which butterflies had now taken up permanent residence.

"Well, then that is rather presumptuous of you. Who's being rude now?" he teased, leaving me feeling foolish.

"Eh, I… um…" I struggled to finish a sentence. I had nothing. There was a long pause.

"Maybe I just called to talk to your booty," he said finally.

"What?" I shrieked.

"Quiet down, you'll wake up Holly," he admonished. "Come on, let me talk to your booty, Sheridan. This'll be a real booty call," he snickered.

"You are so fucked in the head," I jeered, having trouble keeping my laughter contained to my room.

We talked for a few more minutes, most of which were taken up with him pleading to talk to my booty, which I steadfastly refused to allow. I began to yawn again towards the end, which he noticed.

"What do you have going on tomorrow?" he asked as I put away my book and turned out the lamp on the nightstand.

"Um, not too much. I have yoga in the morning and then I'm meeting up with Holly for coffee and to work on the pieces I'm doing in her showcase."

Often agents and managers would host showcases for new talent to introduce them to casting directors. Holly held them about twice a year depending on how deep she was in new talent. She had agreed to bring me on as a client again and we were in the process of auditioning scene partners for me to work with.

"Oh, are you in that? She mentioned she had something coming up. What time are you meeting her?" he asked.

"I'm stopping by her offices at eleven-thirty," I answered.

"Well, then I'll let you get some sleep, Sheridan. I enjoyed our booty call. Was it good for you?" He chuckled.

"Oh my yes." I laughed. "I don't think I'll be able to walk in the morning. It's a good thing I have yoga; I can work a few things out."

We said goodnight and hung up and I snuggled down deeper into my covers, thinking about Jack. He was funny, twisted, and dangerously cute. My hands found their way to the bottom of my Polo and slipped underneath. My fingers ghosted across my stomach, upwards until they touched the soft swells of my breasts. I thought about Jack's lower lip and the way he bit down on it.

Why do his lips turn you on so much?

My nipples immediately hardened as I thought of what he would look like, hovering over me and biting down on that very lip. What his hair would feel like as it brushed across my belly as he pressed tiny kisses on his way towards my….

Go to sleep, Grace. This is not helping.

My inner schoolteacher interrupted my daydream just as it was getting good. I placed my hands safely above the covers, clenching my fists to work some of the tension out.

I was going to have to get some. And soon.

Chapter Six

I woke up early and fixed a quick breakfast for Holly and I while she got ready for work. Since my schedule was much freer than hers, I tried to be a good houseguest and I kept her well fed. I mixed up a berry fruit salad and added it to a parfait glass with vanilla yogurt. As she headed down the stairs, I quickly poured her a cup of French press coffee, with just the right amount of milk and two sugars, exactly the way she liked it.

"Bitch, you are spoiling me. I think I finally need to get a housekeeper when you move out," she joked, sitting down at the breakfast bar and sipping her perfect coffee.

"That, or get yourself a house-husband. Then you can get your house cleaned and your lady bits pleased all in one fell swoop," I added, beginning to stretch before my yoga class.

"My lady bits wouldn't know what to do if a man came within two feet," she sighed, looking sadly at her fruit salad. "Have you talked to your contractor lately? Not that I want you to move out. I love having you here," she continued.

"Yes, in fact I'm heading over to the house on Friday to check on the progress. Seems like things are moving along as planned. I'll miss being roomies with you, but I'm anxious to be in my own home again," I replied, thinking fondly of my new house.

I had sold my house back home and was in the process of renovating my new home here. Once I'd made the decision to move back to L.A., I flew out at least once a month to go house hunting with Holly. She was a godsend to me then, doing drive-bys on properties I had seen online so we could make sure, when I was there, we maximized our time and avoided looking at crap.

I had saved my money over the years, not having a lot to spend it on. Added to a sudden windfall in the form of an inheritance from a great aunt I barely knew, I had enough money to brave the L.A. real estate market. I finally found exactly what I was looking for in a smallish, California bungalow off Laurel Canyon. It had great bones and a beautiful old garden that needed a lot of work. I couldn't wait to move in. I had a contractor and a team of professionals working round the clock trying to get it ready for me. Walls had been removed, trees and shrubs cleared, floors refinished; I loved a fixer-upper. I was hoping to be moved in within the next month or so.

"This is good fruit, by the way…farmers market?" she asked, spearing a blueberry.

"Yep, I stopped by the other day and stocked up. Speaking of fruit, are we still on for dancing with Nick tonight?" I asked, pulling my hair up into a tight bun on top of my head.

"Oh, yes. I can't wait to shake this ass all over West Hollywood tonight. I am channeling my inner hag," she answered, shaking her ass right there in the chair.

"It should be fun, although I'm not allowed to have too much to drink tonight. Cut me off after two. Maybe three," I warned.

"That's a deal. I don't want to have you lying around like third base all day tomorrow," she agreed, finishing her coffee and grabbing her bag for work. I leaned in for a quick peck on the cheek.

"No third base, got it. Love you, bitch, see you at eleven-thirty," I said as I put her dishes in the sink.

"You're a dick. I love you, too," she shot back, and off she went to work.

***

After a grueling yoga class, I showered and got ready at the gym. I changed into a clean pair of black yoga pants, and a fresh white camisole, then wrapped a hot pink tracksuit jacket around my waist and called it good. Holly and I were going out for coffee and so I didn't feel the need to get super dressed up.

Her offices were in a new space off Wilshire. It was close to all the museums and the La Brea Tar Pits, close to where we had shared our first apartment. You could even see the E! building from her window. She said it helped her focus during the day.

After parking, I walked through the lobby and made my way up to her offices on the fifteenth floor. She had half of the floor, and when I walked into reception, I saw Sara, her assistant, at the front desk. She was young and pretty and sweet—a bit fluttery—but nice. Speaking of fluttery, she seemed very on edge this morning.

"Hey, Sara," I started, before she let out a little scream and turned around.

"Oh, Grace! I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you come in. I'm a little out of it today," she stuttered, looking like she was about to pee her pants.

"No problem, what's going on? You look a little crazed."

"Do I? Shit, I was trying to play it so cool," she sighed, sitting back down at her desk and then banging her head against it.

"Hey, hey! Stop that! Who is here?" I hesitated, knowing that must be why she was shrieking. Sara had a tendency to get a little star struck. Once a rather famous movie star came in to take a meeting with Holly and she freaked all over reception making an ass of herself. She actually tripped and went head first into a potted fern. Holly had been working with her on her self-control, which she needed, especially if she wanted to continue a career in the industry. I found it funny watching Holly lecture anyone on control, when I once saw her chase Donnie Wahlberg across a Carl's Jr. parking lot to get an autograph. New Kids were definitely her Achilles' heel.

"Your new boyfriend, that's who's here! I almost died when he asked for your phone number the other day. How the hell did you land Jack Hamilton?" she asked incredulously while I groaned.

Dammit, you really have to start wearing nicer clothes when you come in here.

"First of all, I did not 'land' anything. Nothing has been landed on, no one is landing anything. Second of all, I barely know him," I assured her, trying not to look too conspicuous as I ran my hand through my hair, fluffing up my ponytail.

"Sheridan…I'm hurt. Did my booty call mean so little to you?" I heard a ridiculously lovely voice say from behind me.

Before turning around, Sara mouthed the words "Booty call?" at me silently, and I shook my head. "Shut it," I mouthed back and turned.

Fuck, he's pretty.

Jack was wearing light colored jeans with the same Doc Martens he'd had on the other night. His white t-shirt and gray sweater were tight enough that I could see his slim, yet firm build underneath, but slouchy enough that it didn't look like he was trying. Thankfully, he wasn't wearing the demon ball cap, and those curls were begging me to run my fingers through them. Actually begging. He grinned at me unabashedly and I couldn't help but grin back.

"Huh. Fancy meeting you here," I teased. "I recall telling you that I had a meeting with Holly this morning. Coincidence?"

"Sheridan, that's rubbish. Are you insinuating that I only came here in the hopes of running into you? I happen to have had an appointment as well," he taunted.

"That's crap, you stalker," I deadpanned, moving in closer to him. He raised an eyebrow, watching me.

"Really, I have an appointment. Ask Sara to check her book," he challenged. I looked to Sara for confirmation as she was watching this little exchange with the same interest she reserved for reality TV.

"It's true, Grace. He had the appointment right before you," she replied, trying not to get worked up again with him so close to her. I knew the feeling. Jack shot me a cocky half grin, thinking he'd won this round.

"Sara, when did he book this appointment?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Jack, who suddenly looked at Sara in conspiratorial panic.

"Um, let's see. There was an email from him this morning when I turned on my computer," she answered, still looking dazed.

"What time was that email sent?" I asked, with my own cocky grin beginning to form across my face.

Sara clicked around a few times and then said, "Two-oh-seven a.m."

"Shit," Jack said quietly while I laughed aloud.

"I knew it! You are so busted, Hamilton!" I cried. I was teasing him, but inwardly I was dancing like an imbecile.

He totally came up here to see you. Girl, you are on.

He laughed and ran his hands through his hair, biting down on that damnable lower lip as I heard Sara gasp audibly. I had trouble controlling myself as well, he was that hot. He grinned sheepishly and said, "OK, you caught me. I wanted to see you. Is that so terrible? I'm bored and you're fascinating." He was smiling, but I swear I saw a look of nervousness flit across his face.

Before I knew to look for it though, it was gone.

"Well, I'm glad I can amuse you. You're mildly entertaining to me as well. Although, as Holly can attest, I can become a lot to take," I answered, suddenly becoming shy. Sara had answered a phone call during our latest round of banter and I found myself alone with him.

I was very aware that our only physical contact so far had been two handshakes and a perfunctory rub down through a towel when he was helping me to dry off. I wanted contact.

"I somehow doubt that, Sheridan. In any case, I'm quite sure I can handle it," he said, moving slightly closer.

If I weren't so conscious of where he was in relation to me, I probably wouldn't have noticed it. Nevertheless, every single molecule, every particle, every speck of matter between us had begun to hum and I was aware of everything. I knew exactly where he was.

Keep moving over here, sweetie, keep moving.

"I don't think you realize how nuts I actually am. And no one 'handles' me, Hamilton," I taunted, creeping infinitesimally closer to him. Now I was the one on the move.

"I think you're the right kind of nuts. I like girls who are nuts."

I could literally feel his eyes on me. I could feel them moving across my body. I watched as his lips pushed his words out, watched the tip of his tongue slide gently across his lower lip as he punctuated his sentence. He cocked his head slightly to the side and as he raised his right hand to his head to run his fingers through his hair, I finally noticed his hands, his fingers.

Holy Lord, look at his hands. Good. Night. Nurse.

The tension was so thick in the room, it was too much. He was too much. I couldn't take the pressure, so I panicked. Sexy and in control Grace left and twelve-year-old dork Grace took her place.

"Heh heh, you said nuts," I burst out. My self-edit button was now turned off for good.

Grace, you suck.

I began to giggle uncontrollably as I watched his face scrunch up. My giggles turned into chortles, then guffaws, and finally full on belly laughs—the kind where you look more in pain than anything else. I was completely into the ugly laugh stage. Thankfully, after he observed my display for a moment, he joined in.

I grabbed onto him, almost losing my balance in my frenetic state of mind. I was laughing so hard I was seeing stars, and about the same time Jack started wiping tears away from his face, I could feel mine fall as well.

When we finally began to settle down, I noticed he was staring at me with a look of contentment. The kind you only get after a truly great laugh.

"Oh man, you really are nuts," he sighed.

"Don't start. I can't handle another fit like that," I began to giggle again and then squelched it down. We stared at each other for a long moment, our breath still coming fast from the insanity of what just happened. And not just the laughing.

Sara came out from the inner offices and said, "Grace, Holly is just finishing up on a call, but she said to come on back."

Holly? Who's Holly? Oh, right…

I turned back to Jack. "Well, it's been—" I started when he interrupted me.

"Huh uh. You have a meeting with Holly for coffee right?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm staying right here, and when you're done, you and I are going for a drive. Yes?" he stated, rather than asked.

"Yes," I answered, not even bothering to try to come up with something witty. I started for Holly's office, but then stopped to look back. Jack was settling himself down on the couch in reception, getting out his iPod.

"I'm not going anywhere, Sheridan. Now get your ass in there and take your meeting," he commanded with that sexy half grin. He was serious.

"OK," was all I could come up with as I continued toward Holly's office, totally dazed and confused.

You are so in over your head.

***

I walked down the hall, trying to regain my focus. Holly knew me too well, and if she saw me at all flustered, she would give me hell. I composed my face and pushed the office door open.

"So, are you two fucking yet?" she asked, a telltale grin on her face. Heat burned across me with the image of Jack underneath me, face flushed with passion, that same sexy grin on his lips as he said my name. I quickly recovered and sat down.

"Who am I allegedly fucking?" I asked, trying to play it off. She would have none of it.

"Bitch, please. Who do you think you're talking to? I just spent thirty minutes with him, dancing around the issue of Grace Sheridan. He's so transparent. He likes you. He thinks you're 'cool'," she answered, using air quotes.

"I am cool, but that's beside the point. Did he say anything else?"

"No, except that when I mentioned that I had a meeting with you today he seemed to already know about it. Now how would he know that, Grace?" she teased.

"He might have called me last night," I answered.

"And what time did he call?" she continued, eying me carefully.

"Uhm, it was about one-thirty this morning," I said, almost under my breath.

"No way! That's a booty call. I knew it!" she yelled, as I attempted to shush her.

"Shut up! He'll hear you," I whispered.

Her eyes got wide. "He's still here? Why?" she asked.

"He asked me if I wanted to go for a drive after I was done with you and I said yes," I said quietly, wishing I were anywhere but here. She was going to tease me mercilessly about this. My new friend and me. My much younger new friend. She didn't tease though.

"I think that's great, Grace. Have fun…just be careful. The press is starting to really ramp up lately with him and his fans are beginning to seek him out. You'll see," she warned. "Enough of that. Let's order up some coffee and get started on your showcase piece."

She pushed the speaker button on the office intercom and we could hear Sara giggling. "Hey, Sara, can you make a run to Starbucks for us?" she asked, rolling her eyes kindly at the giggles.

"Sure, Holly, what did you want?" she asked, her voice high. She was obviously still losing her mind out there over Mr. Hamilton.

You might be losing your mind, too.

"Grande Soy Carmel Macchiato for me. What do you want Grace?" she asked

"Tall non-fat, no-whip Iced Mocha with three sugars please," I shouted over the intercom.

"Doesn't anyone just get regular coffee anymore?" I heard Jack grumble in the background.

"Quiet, Brit boy," Holly warned, "or I will make sure you get cast in High School Musical 4: Electric Boogaloo."

I laughed loudly and then heard Jack say, "I might need to rethink my representation."

We worked for about an hour, planning which scenes I was going to do. My scene partner would be another actor she was representing and we were doing a scene from a film that had not even been released yet, where the two characters kiss for the first time and change the trajectory of their relationship forever. It was intense and sweet, and I think we would do it justice. The second scene was between a couple going through a messy divorce and it was full of tension and drama. The two scenes did exactly what a showcase should do, highlighting the emotional ranges that an actor was capable of.

We had yet to choose the songs, but I had a few in mind. Holly and I agreed to discuss it again later that night after I had narrowed my choices down. As we were finishing up, I was reminded of the treat that was waiting for me out in reception, and my heart sped up a little. We walked out towards where we could hear Sara, who was still giggling for God's sake, and I looked at Jack. He was still sitting on the couch, listening to his music, exactly where I had left him. He looked up as we walked out and he smiled at me, standing up to walk over.

"Gee, Jack, what are you still doing here?" Holly asked him directly, as I blushed behind her.

"I'm trying to chat up your friend here. And don't pretend like you don't know everything already. I could hear you two cackling in there," he said, placing an arm around my shoulders and pulling me towards the door.

"See you at home!" I said to Holly as we walked out, leaving Sara and her wide eyes behind. She had finally stopped giggling.

"Don't forget we have a date with our gay tonight, Grace!" Holly called after me as the door swung shut. Once we were in the elevator lobby, he dropped his arm and leaned against the wall, looking at me.

"So, what do you feel like doing?" he asked.

"Hey, man, this was your idea. I thought we were going for a drive," I said, as we entered the elevator. He pushed the button for the ground floor and turned to me. We were alone in the elevator and I began to feel the tension from earlier building again.

"Well, we can, but I have to warn you. I have kind of a shit car. I only bought it because you can't not have a car in L.A. We should probably take yours," he said, smiling slightly.

"You asked me to go for a drive and now you want to take my car? What the hell, Hamilton?" I laughed, as the elevator dinged open. "Come on," I finished, walking in the direction of my car. My black convertible was parked at the end of the row and we walked towards it.

"Did you have a place in mind where you wanted to go?" I asked, tossing him the keys.

"You want me to drive?"

"Yep, this is your party. Where are we going?"

"Santa Barbara?" He grinned back.

"Nope, I can't leave the greater Los Angeles area." I laughed, thinking there was nothing in the world I would like more than to drive to Santa Barbara with him.

"Well, how about we drive Sunset to PCH and then grab some lunch, sound good?" he offered, starting the car.

"Yes, I love driving Sunset, especially once we get past Hollywood. Top up or down?" I asked, my finger on the button. He looked at me, turning the full force of his green eyes on me.

"Top definitely down," he said, as his eyes left mine, moving lower across my body and then finally back up to mine. I let my breath out in a slow whoosh.

Damn.

"Whatever you want, Hamilton," I said quietly, my heart struggling to return to normal. This guy had yet to hug me, hold my hand, even touch me really, and with his eyes alone he had me coming apart at the seams.

"I'll remember that, Grace." He smiled sexily.

Double Damn.

***

As Jack and I made our way through the streets of L.A., we began the process of actually getting to know each other past all the banter. We talked about how long he had been in California and whether he preferred it to London. He didn't. I asked him about the film that was coming out in just a few months, pretending that I still knew nothing about the story. He gave me the CliffsNotes version. I prayed silently that he wouldn't reveal anything that happened late in the series as I was still only about halfway done. I would have to get on that.