But I never faltered. I pounded the keys with force, sat up straight and stared right through him. Then I closed my eyes and sang with everything I had inside. When I opened them again, he was gone.

Well, I thought to myself, I guess that’s that.

We’re done.

Twenty-Two.

I woke up wrapped in Trev’s arms for the first time in two years, and it was somewhat jarring. After our heart-to-heart last night, we lay down to watch a movie on his laptop and ended up falling asleep. His scent filled my nose and his front pressed flush to my back. I twisted a little in his arms to find he was already awake.

“Hey,” I murmured, tensing at his focused expression. It looked like he was thinking about something intently. Goosebumps claimed my skin.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice a tired, husky rasp.

His arm was draped over my middle, his injured hand raised up above his head. “Uh, how’s your hand?”

“Sore.”

“Yeah, it’ll probably be a while before it starts to feel better.” I moved to get up but his good hand held me in place.

“Don’t go yet,” he whispered and I stilled. I didn’t know what to say so I simply lay there. It was probably a bad idea sleeping with him last night, but how could I not? He owned my heart. I loved being in his arms. His hand flattened out on my stomach and butterflies flooded my insides. I moved my hips ever so slightly and heard a sharp inhale of breath.

“Trev! Barry’s coming over for a meeting. He’ll be here in ten minutes, so get your arse up,” came Paul’s voice as he banged on the door.

I immediately shifted away. Glancing across the room I saw that Callum’s bed was empty. I flushed at the thought of him coming in last night and finding Trev and me asleep together.

Trev sat up, his hair sticking out in every direction. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”

I tugged the duvet around myself and watched as he pulled on some jeans and a clean T-shirt. While he was distracted spraying his underarms with deodorant I slipped out of the room. Thankfully, my room was empty. I headed into the en-suite and turned the shower on, enjoying the hot spray on my weary body. When I was clean and dressed in some leggings and a light, flower-print summer dress, I joined everyone in the living area.

Barry sat on an armchair talking to the group. A few crewmembers were there, too, but they weren’t filming. I noticed Isaac in the kitchen making tea and gave him a nod. The mood in the apartment was tense and stress radiated from Barry like a tangible force.

I searched in the cupboards for something to eat, at the same time listening to Barry. “I’ve decided not to delay the schedule after all. Callum’s in good enough health to perform and Trevor can be on hand to supervise during the stunts. If he’s feeling up to it we can include him in some of the shots. Even so, his injury won’t hold us back as much as we thought. The accident and accompanying drama will be good fodder for the show. It’ll certainly keep our audience watching.”

I made eye contact with Isaac and he shot me a grin. We were both pretending not to pay attention while we listened to every word. I held up a box of cereal and he nodded, so I poured us both a bowl.

When I glanced up, I noticed Trev studying us. For a second, I thought he might be jealous like he was the other day when I was talking to Paul. But then he spoke and proved me wrong.

“Why don’t we have Isaac fill in for me while my wrist heals?” he suggested. Isaac had a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth when he dropped it back in the bowl with a loud clatter.

“Me?” he asked, disbelieving.

“Yeah, you,” said Trev. “We’ve all seen you run. It’ll be nothing to you.”

“But—”

“You free run?” Barry asked, his expression transforming as he studied Isaac like he’d never noticed him before, and he probably hadn’t. The director sized him up, took in the toned lines of his shoulders and his strong legs. Interest marked his features as he likely came to the conclusion that he could use him.

“We’ll give you a trial run. If I like what you do, you can stand in for Trevor until he’s well enough to run again. The rest of you, we’ll be filming street shots today so be ready to go at twelve.” He paused and cast a look at Isaac. “That includes you, kiddo.”

With that he stood and waved for the other crew to follow. Isaac watched them leave, open-mouthed. I smiled and reached over to tip his chin. “If you keep your mouth open like that, something’s gonna fly in.”

“Did . . . did that really just happen?”

“Yep.”

He brought his hands to his cheeks. “Oh, my goodness.”

Trev stood from his place on the couch and strode over to us. “It’s your time to shine, grasshopper. Don’t let me down.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

Trev flashed a handsome smile. “You don’t have to say anything. Just impress the tits off Barry and thank me later.”

“You ever wonder what our babies would look like?” Trev asked casually, like it was the most normal question in the world.

I was instant-messaging with Marlene, the girl I met after my Paris gig. She worked as a social media specialist and was trying to convince me to create more of an online presence; set up a website, record my songs to sell on iTunes, stuff like that. I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I was open to her ideas. We’d been chatting a lot since she emailed me photos of my gig.

I pulled my attention away from my laptop to look at Trev. He lay stretched out on the couch, eating an apple and watching TV. Since he was still supposed to be resting, he hadn’t gone with the group to film. I offered to stay behind in case he needed anything, which I regretted now. His blue eyes glittered with mischief, like they often did when he asked uncomfortable questions. He relished making people squirm, or maybe he just relished making me squirm.

I sucked in a breath and answered calmly, “No, I can’t say it’s ever crossed my mind.”

He swallowed a bite of apple. “I do, sometimes.”

“That’s nice.” I returned my focus to my laptop.

“They’d be little beauties with blue eyes and a tan.”

I scoffed a laugh. “You’re insane.”

His mouth curved in a smirk as he pointed the remote at me. “You’ve thought about it. I can see it in your eyes.”