“I miss my father so much,” she admitted. “Everything changed after he died.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” And he did. Because even though his mother had been amazing as she stepped up to the plate to parent eight kids by herself, and even with his brothers and sisters all banding together to take care of each other, it had still sucked to lose his dad. Really, really bad. “That first year, all nine of us—” The nine that their father had left behind. “—were all trying so hard just to be normal. But how could we be when nothing was normal anymore?”

“Normal.” Valentina echoed the word in a hollow voice. “I would have given anything for normal. Especially for Tatiana.”

“How did your sister and mother deal with losing your father?”

“Tatiana is beautiful, but resilient,” she told him. “A lot like her character in your movie. She seems so fragile and gentle, but she’s actually tougher than most of us.”

Impressed with her insight into the character he’d written, he told her, “My sister Sophie is a lovely, soft-spoken librarian.” He shook his head as he thought of all the times people had underestimated his quiet sister. Especially the man who had recently become her husband. Jake should have known he never stood a chance. “She also has a core of strength that any warrior would envy. I thought a lot about her when I was writing Tatiana’s character. It helped that Soph was pregnant at the time so I could easily picture her in the role if I needed to.”

Valentina had relaxed against him by degrees as he’d spoken about his sister. He left her hand where it was still resting on top of his, even though he knew it probably wasn’t fair to take advantage of her momentary vulnerability.

“Do have any other siblings apart from Tatiana?”

“No.” She paused before adding, “It’s always just been me and her.”

No question, there was something more behind that statement. So much more that he said, “What about your mother? How did she deal with losing your father?”

Valentina jolted back from him as if he’d burned her. She blinked at him from across the couch, looking as though she had abruptly surfaced from a dream. One that had surprised her—and scared her—in equal measure.

A beat from reaching for her again, Smith realized it was exactly what he couldn’t do. Not unless he wanted her to run. But just because he knew that didn’t mean it was any easier to shift his attention back to the puzzle and pick up one of the pieces.

His entire adult life, when Smith had seen something he wanted, he’d taken it. In many cases, it was given to him before he even had to reach for it. But he knew without a doubt that Valentina wasn’t like anything else he’d ever wanted: If he wanted her to trust him, he’d have to earn that trust moment by moment, truth by truth, smile by smile.

“Everyone has always said how well my mother dealt with losing my father,” he said slowly. “And she did. She has.” He slid another piece into place without even really seeing the picture before him. “But she’s never let herself love anyone again. She’s never even been with another man, as far as I know, in all these years.”

Valentina picked up her drink and drank it all down in one long gulp that had his eyebrows going up with surprise.

“Funny,” she said, “my mother’s just the opposite. She’s slept with every single man, every actor, who so much as looked at her or said she was pretty.” Her words were sharp, now, with pain she wasn’t bothering to hide. “But you know the funniest part about it?” She looked straight at him as she said, “I don’t think she loved any of them, either.”

When he saw pain in her clear, beautiful eyes, nothing could have stopped him from reaching for her again.

Nothing but the ring of the doorbell that had Valentina jumping entirely off the couch this time. Her face flushed with guilt as she looked between him and her empty margarita glass.

“I’m sorry, I never should have said any of those things to you. Especially about my mother. Please don’t say anything to Tatiana about—”

He took his final chance of the night to slide his hand over hers. “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt your sister, and I won’t hurt you, either.”

She stared at him, her pupils dilated again so that her eyes were entirely green for a moment, and he wasn’t sure if she believed him. And maybe she was right not to, because even though he now had an inkling of why she was wary about trusting a man in his profession, it was still so easy to imagine coaxing her upstairs to his bed, stripping off her clothes layer by layer, tangling her hair in his fingertips, and taking the rest of the night to explore her. To learn her most sensitive curves and hollows, to experiment with touching and tasting her until he knew precisely what would have her begging for more. Begging for him.

The doorbell rang again and he had to all but force himself to walk away to let her sister in. But throughout the rest of the night, as the three of them worked through promotion timelines and interview requests, with Valentina sitting as far from him as she could without raising her sister’s eyebrows, Smith couldn’t force away his desire for her...or the memory of just how good it had felt to hold her in his arms in front of the fire, his heart beating against their linked hands.

Chapter Five

Holding her cell phone up to her ear as she rang her sister’s agent, Valentina looked out the small window in her trailer-slash-office on the Gravity set. She’d expected winter in San Francisco to be cold, but from the way the heat of the sun was eating up the morning fog, it looked like it was going to be another perfect day outside.

She was hit with the urge to forget about work for a few hours and get out on the water in a kayak, or up in the mountains on foot to enjoy looking out over the gorgeous city they were working in. Over the past few years, Tatiana had taken acting jobs in beautiful cities all over the world, but Valentina had never considered moving to any of them. Until now. It helped, of course, that the house they were temporarily renting in the Noe Valley was incredibly cute. Regardless of how early she headed to the set, or how late she returned from it, someone was always out walking a dog or riding a bike. For a big city, San Francisco managed to be a perfect combination of the cosmopolitan and small town.

George Kauffman picked up. “Val, great to hear from you. Fill me in on everything. Especially the incomparable Smith Sullivan. Because if he’s as gorgeous as he was the last time I saw him, I honestly don’t know how anyone is getting a damn thing done on set.”