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Maddie nodded. “How can you stand to be his assistant?”

“I’m rarely in the same room with him. We communicate mainly by phone and it’s easy to ignore his ass**lelishness. Besides, I don’t threaten him. You do.”

“I don’t threaten him.”

“Yes, you do. You’re smart, talented, and you have vision—traits that B has himself, but he’s very afraid he’s losing or already lost. Anyway, my point is, don’t worry about him. He faxed me a new call schedule today. They’ll be able to fit the reshoot in without going much past deadline. I had to change a couple of flights out of Denver and extend a permit, but it’s all taken care of with very little cost or inconvenience. The movie’s going to be fine.”

Maddie let out a breath. She took pride in her work and had been upset about the lost footage, even though it wasn’t any of her concern anymore.

Bree looked Maddie in the eye. “And B’s not going to destroy you. I won’t let him.”

“Thank you.” Maddie took a long swallow.

“That’s what I’m here for.” Bree swirled the liquid around in her glass. “What are you scheduled to do next?”

“I’m supposed to join the crew in two weeks on the set for a Dean Bayle film.”

“Good.”

Maddie bit her lip. “But I already texted Adam and gave him my notice.”

Bree smiled. “Even better. Are you going to work on your own film instead?”

“Yes.” She’d decided this on the plane. She had some money set aside that she could live on for a bit while she tried to get some producers. Micah had thought her material was good enough. Still, she’d been blacklisted for a reason. “Is that stupid?”

“No. Your work is even better now than it was when the first Beaumont fiasco happened. It’s gotta get a nibble, blacklisted or not. Besides, he can’t rule all of Hollywood forever. Do you have a trailer cut?”

Maddie nodded.

“Get it to me and a copy of the script and I’ll pass it around to some people I know. It might take a while to convince people that whatever Beaumont has said about you is a lie, but we’ll get there.”

“Bree, before with Beaumont, I failed. It wasn’t just him being a dick.”

“You only failed because he didn’t give you a chance to succeed. When are you going to learn that?”

“When are you going to start acting again?”

“Ha, ha, we’re not talking about me right now.” She narrowed her eyes. “Now, about Micah.”

Maddie sighed. “I told you everything.”

“I’m sure you think you told me everything. But there’s some things I need to clarify because I’m not certain you know what you’re doing on this.”

Maddie reached for the wine bottle and refilled her glass. “I do know what I’m doing.” She didn’t want to talk about Micah anymore. She wanted to move on. But Bree wasn’t easily deterred. “Okay. You’ve got five minutes.”

Bree moved up to her knees and rested her arm on the back of the sofa. “So he told a reporter that he was single?”

“Yes.”

“After you’d been with him for like half a minute?”

“Three weeks,” Maddie corrected. “But, yes.”

“And you’d both agreed to keep media out of your relationship?”

She lowered her head. “Yes.”

“What the hell, Maddie?”

She knew she was being unreasonable, but that didn’t change what she felt, what she wanted. “I want it to be more.”

Bree’s face softened. “Did you ask him to be more?”

Had she? “Not exactly.” She thought back over their relationship. “Well, I might have said the L word.”

“Maddie!” She lowered her voice. “Did you mean it?”

Maddie paused, not wanting to admit it now, after they were over. “Yes, I meant it. But I only said it once, during…you know. Does that count?”

“With you, yes it does. But maybe he needed it spelled out for him. Did you not have any other chance during those three weeks to tell him? Or was incredible sex all you had time for?”

“No.” She grinned. “We were having incredible sex. But we talked too.”

Bree pressed her. “Then you didn’t tell him because…”

“Because he’d say ‘not interested’ and I’d get hurt. Or—”

“Or he’d say ‘me too’ and give you more.”

Maddie scowled at the interruption. “Or he’d say, ‘Let’s just take this one day at a time.’ Eventually you can’t do that anymore. You have to make plans. You have to know where you’re going.”

Bree lifted her hands as if to strangle Maddie. “It’s Micah flippin’ Preston, Maddie! He’s the guy. If he wanted me one day at a time, I’d be on that in a heartbeat and he’s not even my type.”

“He might be the guy, but he doesn’t think I’m the girl.”

“But he hasn’t said that exactly, right? So you’re just running before he gets a chance to. Okay, whatever. Go ahead and be chickenshit.”

“He doesn’t believe Hollywood relationships can work, Bree.” Her voice was raised and tight in her throat. “Until he believes otherwise, there’s no point. He’d always be expecting us to fail. He’d always look for reasons to justify why we shouldn’t be together.”

“Well, that could be true.” Bree took a swallow of her wine. “And you think he’s totally sold on that stars-can’t-date thing?”

Maddie took a moment to think before she answered. Micah had said he was considering a future with her. She hadn’t forgotten that. But he’d said that to her in a hot air balloon far above the Colorado landscape. It had been like a beautiful dream, a romantic place that stirred romantic notions. Kind of like saying ‘I love you’ during sex.

God, had he dismissed her words as easily as she was dismissing his?

It didn’t matter. Because even if she believed the words he said in the air, she couldn’t forget the words he’d said on the ground. “I haven’t seen anything to change my mind.” And more important were the words he never said—he never said he chose her.

“I don’t think he wants to be totally sold on it,” Maddie said finally. “But yes, he is.”

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