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Blaina for a loud giggly, girly hug.
Congratulations, Jay said to Connor. At least someone s relationship was going well.
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Thanks, Jay. Connor shook Jay s hand, but his eyes stayed on Sam. I m so damn lucky.
Jay nodded, his gaze straying back to Blaina.
You take care of her, man, Connor warned, shocking Jay into shifting his attention back.
Blaina s like a sister to me now. I know you don t fuck around, but she doesn t deserve to be
jerked around, either. You d be real damn smart to hold on to her.
Looking back to Blaina, Jay let out a heavy breath. Yeah, I know.
Connor stepped to Sam s side, interrupting the girl-talk. All right, beautiful, we told Blaina
first. Now let s go tell the world before PerezHilton.com gets hold of this story and breaks it
first.
Blaina s smile stayed wide until Sam and Connor turned the corner and were gone. The
smile faded as she took a deep breath and faced Jay. What time tomorrow are you picking me
up? Her voice was carefully devoid of emotion, but relief washed over Jay all the same.
Why don t we leave early? I can pick you up tonight.
She shook her head, and his earlier relief was eclipsed by doubt. No. Not tonight. I need
time to think. Alone. Pick me up tomorrow morning. Seven a.m.
Blaina walked away. And this time, as much as it pained him, he let her go.
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The doorbell rang as Blaina zipped her zebra-print, nylon overnight bag closed. Seven in the
morning Jay was right on time.
Last night had been miserable. Lying alone in her bed, smelling Jay on her sheets. Thinking
about the ultimatum she d thrown down, wondering if she d been unreasonable with her
demands. Was a public acknowledgment of their relationship so important? Was it worth the
possibility of losing him forever?
If only she knew why Jay was so intent on keeping silent. She didn t believe his private life
should stay private line. Hollywood was full of relationships that had developed during the
course of making a movie. When you lived and breathed a picture, intense emotions were bound
to develop. Blaina d had her fair share of brief flick flings, but with Jay, from the first moment
she d set eyes on him, she had felt a deeper connection than just sexual movie magic.
So was he ashamed of her, embarrassed to be screwing a subordinate? She didn t want to
believe Jay was capable of being that coldhearted. But why else would he so adamantly deny
their relationship?
Maybe after this weekend he d change. Maybe he d stop hiding that they were together.
And maybe she had a larger capacity for bullshit than she d ever before realized.
Blaina scrubbed a hand down her face as she trudged to the door, the bag hanging heavy at
her side. It was time to put a stop to the constant push-pull of emotions tying her up in knots. She
needed answers from him. It was that simple.
She opened the door, and her heart flip-flopped. Framed in her doorway, the early morning
sun created a halo around Jay, giving him the appearance of a Greek God. No. Scratch that. More
like a fallen angel rough and tumble, his clothes soft and worn. His baseball cap was pulled
low, shading his eyes. A faded black T-shirt, near gray from too many washings, clung to his
sculpted chest. He wore his favorite pair of jeans her favorite too frayed along the waistband
and cuffs. Her palms itched to stroke hard, powerful male wrapped in soft cotton.
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Pain lanced through her heart, burrowing deep into her soul. How would she survive
walking away from this man?
Jay jerked off his cap, giving Blaina a glimpse into his eyes. Haunted. That was the only
word to describe them. He forced a small smile, but the dark circles beneath his eyes told her that
he d gotten about as much sleep as she had.
He replaced his cap backward this time and let out an uneasy breath. Fuck, babe, I
missed you last night.
I missed you, too, she said quietly, nervously clenching and unclenching the straps of her
overnight bag.
Need me to get that for you? He reached out, aiming for her bag, but stopped short as
though waiting for permission.
It s okay. It s not that heavy& I didn t know what to pack& didn t know where we were
going. She stumbled over her words, hating every ounce of awkward tension clouding the air
between them.
I wasn t even sure you still wanted to go with me.
I do. This weekend& I I just kind of need you.
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