By day two she felt as if she was playing Twister with a sullen, male octopus. Whatever spark had ever existed between Hugh and her was absolutely dead. The only way she endured her scenes with Hugh and managed to respond in character was to remember how she’d felt when Zach had touched her or kissed her.
She wanted Zach, but his silence made her that wonder if her longing was one-sided. At night, when she was alone in her hotel room, hoping Zach would call, she felt lost and lonely and under more pressure than ever.
By Thursday, they were forced to film late into the night. Just when she thought the endless, excruciating takes on that satin bed would never end, Sam yelled it was a wrap. He was thrilled with the rushes.
“You were fantastic, Summer,” he said. “Gorgeous in every shot. Every man in America will envy Hugh.”
For the first time in her career, she didn’t care about that. She just wanted to be with Zach. Even though it was pretty obvious Zach didn’t feel as she did, Sam’s praise reawakened her concerns about how Zach might react to the movie.
Relieved to be finished, Summer headed back to her hotel. While she was showering, her phone rang. She grabbed for a towel and then her cell. She could see from the number that it was Zach.
“Hi,” Zach said as she pulled the towel around her dripping body. “How’s the ankle?”
His voice sounded so hard and cold, she wondered why he’d even called.
“Actually, I’m not on crutches anymore. So, it’s great…” Her voice died into nothingness.
“Glad to hear it. So-you won’t sue me,” he murmured drily.
She held her breath, waiting, hoping his mood would lighten, hoping he’d called to say he wanted to see her again.
“I called to say I decided not to let you off for good behavior after all.”
“Oh.” She stopped, stunned, wondering where this was going and whether his motive stemmed from the need to punish or the desire to be with her.
“There’s a ground-breaking ceremony tomorrow-Friday night-at my construction site. My PR people think I need a date, and they think you’d be the perfect one… You being a celebrity and a hometown girl. Since you still owe me, I decided to call. You’ll need to dress up and look beautiful-movie-star beautiful.”
So this wasn’t about them; this was about his work.
“But you’ve already broken ground. I mean… I fell in that hole, didn’t I?” she said softly, hoping he would admit to feeling more for her.
“Won’t happen tomorrow night because I’ll be holding on to you all night long. Good for my image.”
Her hopes and his tension warred in the silence that hung between them. She was a big girl. She should be used to men wanting her only for publicity.
“The whole town will be there,” he said. “So, a fringe benefit of this appearance will be having the gossips around here see that you don’t view me as a threat. I know this is late notice, but you do owe me.”
“Of course, I’ll be your date,” she whispered.
When he didn’t say anything, she realized anew how tense he was. How could he have made love to her so passionately and then have turned so cold? It was as if he’d turned off a switch and now disliked her more than ever. How could she have been so wrong about what they’d shared?
To keep him from hanging up, because some tiny part of her believed she hadn’t been wrong, she said, “So- how’ve you been all week?”
“Fine.” Again his voice was too abrupt.
“Work went okay?”
“The usual challenges. And your scenes with Hugh? How did they go?” As always, when discussing the subject of Hugh, his tone hardened. Which was strange-he’d been so aloof since they’d slept together. Why would he care?
Maybe she should explain about how grueling and unsexy the work had really been. Maybe she should tell Zach that because of him, she’d ended it with Hugh. But she didn’t want to discuss Hugh, not when Zach was in his present dark mood. Not over the phone.
“Sam, our director, says he’s happy. I’m…I’m just glad the week’s over. After Bonne Terre, it felt like the four longest days of my life…because I…I missed you.”
She willed him to say he’d missed her, too, to say anything… When he didn’t, she chewed at the edge of a fingernail.
“Zach…”
“Hmm?”
She took a deep breath. Why was it so impossible to talk to him now when it had been so easy the night after her fall?
“Never mind,” she finally said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he repeated sternly. “Bob will call you and set a time and place to pick you up.” He hung up after an impersonal goodbye that left her feeling emotionally dissatisfied.
If only he’d sounded the least bit eager to see her.
He’d called, hadn’t he? He’d demanded that she spend another weekend with him.
Maybe she’d given up on them too soon when she’d been younger. She didn’t want to make the same mistake a second time.
“There’s no such thing as bad publicity.” That’s what Zach’s PR guys said. They loved that somebody had stolen the hot love scenes from Summer’s new movie and plastered them all over the internet.
Zach disagreed. Tension fisted around his lungs as he studied the stolen clips of Summer with Jones. She was so gorgeous he couldn’t breathe. Even though she was lying beneath another man, just the sight of her sparkling eyes, tremulous lips, breasts and silken hair got his pulse thudding violently. In an instant, he remembered her looking at him exactly that way and how nauseatingly vulnerable he’d felt when he’d realized there was no way he could make love to her again without surrendering his heart. In one stolen weekend, she’d gotten through every careful barrier he’d spent years erecting, which made her too dangerous to fool around with.
Since there was no way he was ever giving her his heart again, he’d sent her packing.
But that hadn’t stopped him from wanting her.
Hell. She’d plunged him back into hell. That’s what she’d done.
Within minutes of starting the clip, he’d seen more than he’d ever wanted to see of Summer on those satin sheets. Did she have to moan under that egotistical actor just as she had when Zach had made love to her last weekend?
She was just acting.
Or was she?
Maybe she’d been acting in Bonne Terre, in Zach’s bed.
It didn’t matter.
He damn sure hadn’t been acting. He’d been wildly upset that he’d felt so much more than lust for her; furious that he’d experienced the same shattering, soul-deep bond he’d felt for her as a kid.
He knew too well the destructive power of those emotions, so he’d known what he’d had to do. She’d acted hurt when he’d dismissed her, and that had gotten to him, too, but then she was an actress.
He’d lived without her before. He could do it again.
But then, when he’d been missing her the most, his PR guys had come up with the idea to invite her to the ground-breaking, to put a positive spin on an old story by dating her.
His PR guys had handed him an excuse to see her again. So, he’d broken his vow to himself and called her. He’d told himself it was business; it would only be for one night; they’d be in public. He had no intention of sleeping with her again. He’d be safe.
But he’d been lying to himself. He’d called her because he wanted her.
Damn it, he wanted her so badly he couldn’t think rationally. Even as he’d willed himself to forget her and move on, he’d spent the week fantasizing about her lips, her wide eyes, her sweet, responsive body. He’d remembered the same soft expression on her face that he’d just seen captured on film.
He’d been suffering serious withdrawal from his weekend with Summer Wallace.
Zach wished to hell he could cancel her flight. But it was too late for that now. She was already in the air… Probably an hour away. Bob had said they would run into bad weather west of Louisiana. The last thing Zach wanted was to distract Bob when he was flying during a storm.
He knew it would be a mistake to see her again. Even though his PR guys were even more adamant that he
