To Love Jason Thorn (Page 63)

Her hand timidly reached under my shirt and she rested it against my stomach. Involuntarily, I thrust my hips into hers. Before I could lift her up and take her to the couch, someone started pounding on the door.

“Jason, Tanner needs to talk to you about some changes he wants to make in the first scene.”

“I’ll be right there!” I yelled.

I rested my forehead against Olive’s and sighed. Focusing on her parted lips, I discreetly rearranged myself. “I don’t think I can make it more than a few hours without having you again,” I whispered over my frantic heartbeat.

What was happening to me?

“Go,” she said, taking her hand away from my skin and placing it on my chest, over my shirt. “I’ll snoop around in your trailer some more. Your tour was pretty lame.”

“All you need to focus on is me, woman.”

She laughed and halfheartedly pushed at my chest. “Go. Will you come back and take me to watch the first scene?”

Reluctantly, I let her go and rubbed my face. “Let me check the call sheet.”

She came to the table with me and looked at the paper over my arm. “Oh, the first scene is the same one you read at the audition. I thought it would be the first time they saw each other on the empty street.”

“Movies are almost never shot in sequence. Since I’m in LA and don’t have any other shoots, they don’t have to schedule the scenes around me, but I think Lindsay has another commitment and she’ll have to be away from the set on certain days. They’ll want to take care of the scenes we have together first.”

“Ok,” she said, her eyes still taking in the call sheet. I smiled and handed it to her.

“Do you want to keep it, maybe?”

“Yes!” She ripped it out of my hands and turned her back to me.

I laughed and pulled away her hair so I could brush a small kiss on her neck. “I’ll be back to get you for the first scene, sweetheart. Be good.”

Why couldn’t I keep my hands and lips away from her?

Twenty minutes later, I headed back to the trailer and collected Olive so the PA could drive us to the location.

Leaving Olive to sit on my chair behind the cameras, I took my place in front of them. Half an hour later, Lindsay was in place and we were ready to start.

Before the director could call out action, I glanced back at the spot where I had left Olive, but I could barely make out her face with all the lights that were directed at us. Closing my eyes, I relaxed my body and thought about Isaac. Hearing Olive’s voice in my mind, I took in every detail she’d given me about him. She had sounded like she was actually in love with him, but I understood that kind of commitment all too well. She wouldn’t be a good writer if she couldn’t fall for her characters, the good and the bad.

I relaxed my shoulders and let out a deep breath. When I opened my eyes and looked at Evie, I was Isaac, the Isaac Olive had given her heart to.

“Action!” Tanner yelled.

It all began.

***

Two hours of shooting later, I found myself next to Olive, gripping her hand tightly, her grip on mine just as strong.

“I have an hour in between takes,” I said as I checked the watch on my wrist. “You want to head back to the trailer? I could use some quiet.” I needed to get her alone.

She followed me without a peep.

The PA dropped us off at the craft service station and I got myself coffee and Olive some tea. Since the trailer wasn’t far away, I sent the PA away so I could have Olive to myself as we walked the short distance.

A big group of people exited one of the warehouses that was on the way to my trailer and swarmed around us. We had to slow down our steps and let them pass toward the small fake town. I figured they must have been taking a break from shooting.

When Olive suddenly stopped moving, I halted and glanced back at her.

“What’s going on?” I asked as she jerked her hand from mine and started waving it in front of her face. “Olive, what are you doing?”

“Is that a bee?” she squeaked, hurriedly backing away.

“I guess so. Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, there are more!” she yelled and jumped on the bench that was closest to her.

By then a few people had stopped and started watching her, trying to understand what the commotion was about.

I jogged to her side. “Olive stop jumping, you’re gonna fall and break your neck.”

“Jason! Jason, you have to help me!”

Yup, there were only two bees, though these two were persistent suckers.

“Baby,” I said, chuckling. “Quit waving your hands around and jumping away if you don’t want them to sting you.”

“They’re coming after me! How can I stop! Get them away from me, please.”

“Okay.” I sighed and caught her behind her knees. Without hesitation, she jumped into my arms and wrapped herself around me, her face hiding in my neck.

She whimpered and I had to bite back my laugh.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of bees, Olive.”

“Are they gone?” she whispered into my neck. I could barely make out her words.

“Actually, they are still flying around, but I won’t let them get to you, don’t worry. No one’s taking you away from me, not even these evil bees.”

She groaned, but her hold on me was more relaxed. “Don’t make fun of me. I’ve never been stung by a bee, so if they sting me, I might die within minutes.”

This time I couldn’t hold it back; I laughed, tightening my hold on her waist so I wouldn’t drop her. Feeling eyes on us, I glanced behind me and saw a few people taping the whole spectacle with their phones.

Great. More media coverage was exactly what we needed.

“I’m probably allergic. That must be why they are waiting to get to me. Are they gone? If not, wave your hands so they won’t get close to us.” Olive was oblivious to what was happening around us so I quickened my pace, knowing she wouldn’t want to be filmed while wrapped around me. Also, even if it made me a bastard, I liked her wrapped around me. If they filmed it, photographed it…so what? She was my wife after all.

“I’m pretty sure if I wave my hands around that’ll only piss them off more, and then they’ll steal you away from me.”

Lightly, she hit my shoulder and muttered, “I said don’t make fun of me. I’m dead serious.”

I patted her ass and smiled into her hair. “I know, baby. It’s okay, we’re almost at the trailer. I’ll protect you.”

“Are we going to the hospital?”

“Olive, they didn’t even touch you, sweetheart.”

“But what if one of them is in my hair? If he is anywhere near my head, I’ll be dead in seconds.”

Her nose was tickling my neck, but then I felt something different.

“Olive?”

“Yes,” she mumbled back.

“Did you just sniff me?”

Her body tightened again. “No. No. I sniffled. I was checking to see if I was about to cry. You know, readying myself just in case.”

“I see.”

My body shaking with laughter, I managed to open the door to our trailer and carried my wife inside. Walking toward the couch, I gently lay her down on it.

With a smile glued to my face, I looked down at her. She genuinely looked scared. Pushing her bangs away from her eyes, I said, “Don’t move a muscle, beautiful.”