to me. I’ve never, ever spoken to a colleague that way.” Tears swam in her eyes. “I—I don’t know what to say. Please forgive me. I—I’ll just be going now.”
“Hold it,” Nicole said. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I—I just assumed you’d be…firing me.”
“We’ll call in another actor. We’ll have to find someone local. And make a note. We are not paying for Mr. Lockwood’s plane ticket home. Geez, what an ass.”
“I’m so sorry,” Kelly said. “I just don’t know what got in to me. I’ve never done anything like that before, I swear.”
Nicole rubbed her temple as if to ease a tension headache coming on. “We’re not going to be able to stick to our taping schedule if we have to wait around for another actor.”
“I’ll do it,” Zach said. The words were out of his mouth before he realized he’d said them. He slowly stepped out from behind the camera. “Hey, it doesn’t look that hard. And I took some acting classes in college. I’m here and you’re paying me anyway, so why don’t you let me give it a shot.”
He met Kelly’s gaze and saw a look of gratitude in her pale green eyes. A tiny smile touched the corners of her sensuous mouth and at that very moment, Zach wondered what it might feel like to kiss her. He’d soon find out since there was a kiss written in to the script.
“I suppose we don’t have anything to lose,” Nicole said. “Are you sure you want to appear in front of the camera?”
“It’ll be an interesting experience,” Zach said. “And Larry’s been looking for a chance to get behind the camera. He can take my place.”
“All right,” Nicole said, glancing at her watch. “I’m going to give you two an hour to work this all out and then we’ll try taping it. If it doesn’t look good, we’ll call in another actor for tomorrow.” She handed him her script.
A few moments later, they were alone in the studio. Kelly sighed softly. “Thank you. I don’t know what to say.”
“No problem,” Zach said. He was afraid to look at her, afraid that once he did, he’d never be able to drag his gaze away. “So, I guess we should rehearse.”
She held out her hand. “I’m Kelly Castelle. Extremely embarrassed actress.”
Zach took her fingers into his grasp. The moment he touched her, he felt his blood warm and his pulse quicken. She had such beautiful hands, perfectly tinted nails and long fingers. His mind flashed on an image of her fingers skimming over his chest, then moving lower to his belly, and then lower still. Zach stifled a moan. “Zach,” he murmured. “Zach Haas. Accommodating cameraman.”
A long silence grew between them. “Maybe we should start?” she said. “We don’t have much time.”
As they read their lines for the first segment, Zach found himself distracted again and again by a surreptitious study of her face. Even with the cheesy dialogue, she managed to find the true emotion in the script. Her acting seemed so natural and effortless on the surface, but he could sense her analyzing and adjusting as they went along. Obviously the jerk they’d hired to play opposite her hadn’t been smart enough to see what she really was. Careful, nuanced…real.
“It’s your line.”
Zach shook himself out of his distraction. “What?”
“You. It’s your line.” She paused. “I’m really sorry for this. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”
“I do,” Zach answered. “I do.”
She closed her script and smoothed her fingers over the cover. “I don’t know what got in to me. I’m usually a very calm person. I can’t remember the last time I blew up at someone.”
Reaching out, Zach smoothed his palm over the back of her hand. He hadn’t thought twice about touching her. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world, to soothe her regrets. “If it’s any consolation, he deserved it.”
She stared down at his hand, a hesitant smile on her lips. “Still, that’s no excuse.” Drawing a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. “Maybe I’m having a midlife crisis. Not that I want to run out on my husband and have an affair, but I’m just feeling so restless. Like I need to make a huge change in my life or I’ll just go crazy.”
“Do you have a husband?” Zach had never considered that prospect. She wasn’t wearing a wedding band. But then, she wouldn’t wear it if she were playing a single woman in the skit.
“No,” Kelly replied.
“Good.” He smiled as he traced a long, unbroken line up her forearm with his fingertip. “I mean, good that you haven’t broken any marriage vows. Not good that you’re not married. Unless, you don’t want to be married. Then it’s good.”
She giggled and fixed him with a sultry look. “How old are you?”
“Very old,” he teased. “Ancient by teenage standards.”
“I’m old.”
“How old?” he asked.
“In Hollywood, everyone is twenty-nine. Besides, it’s not polite to ask.”
Zach leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him and linking his hands behind his head. “I don’t think age makes any difference.”
“The only people who say that are too young to know better,” Kelly said.
Zach clutched his chest. “Ouch. That was cruel.”
“Age makes all the difference,” she said with a serious expression. “At least where I come from.”
“You are, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. And I’d still think that, no matter how many candles you put on your birthday cake.”
Kelly blushed. “You may not be old, but you are charming beyond your years.”
“How about we just pretend we’re the same age?”
“That would be a bit difficult considering the casting of this skit.” She glanced down at the script. “We should probably get back to work. We haven’t gone over the last segment.”
“The bedroom scene? I figured you were saving the best for last.”
This time she laughed, a light, musical giggle that echoed through the studio. “You are so cocky.”
He grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Change of plans!”
Kelly yanked her hand from his and stood up, nervously clutching her script. Nicole swept into the studio and regarded them both with a curious expression. Her eyebrow rose as she gave Zach a disapproving look. “We’re going to have to put off taping until tomorrow afternoon. We’ve got to retape a remote interview for another show before the end
