you’re playing the
lead.”
Since she wasn't rushing off to disappear
again until their next meeting, Will was happy to let them talk. He
was less happy about the fact she had seemingly forgotten about his
presence, but he took the opportunity to get a closer look at her
in an environment where she didn’t constantly have her shields up.
At the meetings, she looked like the world was out to get her, and
she would take it on with nothing but the sheer force of her glare
(it was, indeed, formidable). She looked softer here, still wary,
but not rigidly so.
How had she looked just minutes ago, wrapped
around him? How would she look with all her defenses down? He vowed
to find out.
When he realized he was staring at the way
her mouth moved when she spoke, he looked away. She had a fantastic
mouth—the fuller bottom lip and the way the corners of her mouth
relaxed only when she smiled, which was rare enough to be
disarming. That mouth had continued to haunt his dreams even though
that first kiss happened two weeks ago. He was fairly certain his
dreams would now feature more than her mouth.
A loud cough brought his head back up. The
cough had come from Kat, who stood in the aisle past Finn. She
fixed all three of them with a glare that could probably take his
grumpy beauty’s in a fight. In fact, Kat’s glare could strangle all
other glares, then vilify them and set their entrails on fire.
Finn had interesting taste. Not that Will
had any room to judge.
“If you people
could move , I’d
like to be able to leave.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder
in a gesture that was surely practiced for how it emanated disdain.
Since she was an actor, it was entirely possible.
“Kat,” Finn said, returning her contempt
with a besotted grin that made Will mentally wince. “Want to join
us for pizza?”
“Are you insane?” she
asked in a tone of voice that suggested she thought Finn’s
intelligence rivaled a single-cell amoeba. Now that was impressive.
“You know, the state of my
sanity has been
questioned before. Just ask him,” Finn said with a nod at Will. He
accompanied the nod with a hopeful look at Kat.
It was like watching a train wreck. To
intervene or not...
“Maybe instead of wasting your time at a
pizza joint,” she said, her voice cool enough to shame dry ice,
“you should be studying your lines. I heard you fumble that last
scene.”
“I will—”
“Or maybe you should just
give the role to someone who really wants it. Someone who cares about the play.” Without
waiting a moment longer for them to move, she weaved through them,
taking what Will considered to be excessive care to not touch Finn
as she passed. She didn’t acknowledge either Will or his mysterious
not-a-sex-addict, who cast a sour look at Kat’s back.
“That was pleasant,” he said into the
awkward silence that ensued.
Finn rubbed the back of his neck and stared
down at his feet. He gave a light shrug. “Pizza?”
“Knock yourselves out,” his grumpy beauty
said as she made to leave.
“Can you at least tell me your name?” Will
asked, trying on his best smile. He might have gone a wee bit
heavier on the accent as well. He could see her waver. Triumph sang
in his chest.
“Oh!” Finn’s eyes went big, and his mouth
stretched into a huge smile as he looked between her and Will. “I
get it now. You’re the sex addict!”
She went rigid. Will’s heart dropped into
his stomach before he turned an incredulous look on his friend.
Finn caught his look and immediately
cringed. “Sorry, that’s not … Shit.”
His grumpy beauty looked between them, her
mutinous glare tempered by the way her brows drew together with
hurt. Then she turned and stormed out.
Chapter Thirteen
“Can you see it?”
At her brother's question, Leah tried to nod
while squinting one eye through the telescope. The observatory
staff had adjusted it so that they could see Saturn. Saturn looked
like a tiny, gray planet with gray
Sophie Kinsella, Madeleine Wickham