Page 19 of Love Unscripted
“Me? Oh no,” Alexandra said quickly. “I was thinking about Adam. That’s what he does for a living after all,” she added, laughter bubbling through the line.
Aaron chuckled despite himself.
“Alright, you make a good point. I’ll consider it. But I’ll leave Adam out of this one.”
“Want her all to yourself, do you?”
“Alex,” Aaron growled. “That is not funny.”
“I was just kidding,” she said, still amused. “Still—it’s been three years. You don’t intend to live like a monk for the rest of your life, do you? Madison needs a mom.”
“I’m not ready, Alex. I don’t know when I will be.”
As he said it, his mind drifted to his recent interactions with Camille. The way he felt whenever he was near her. The attraction he’d felt during those scenes four weeks ago. He had controlled his feelings, but that didn’t mean they had disappeared. He knew that given the slightest provocation they would flare up again. And yet he wasn’t ready for marriage. He wasn’t ready to let go of Scarlette. Even the thought of another woman sometimes felt like betrayal.
“So,” Alex said, breaking into his thoughts, “can’t you at least pop by after your dinner date?”
“Don’t call it that.”
“After your dinner meeting. The show begins at six and ends at nine. Please try to stop by.”
Aaron sighed. “Okay. I’ll try to make it.”
It would mean ending filming an hour early and moving the dinner to six instead of seven. He stared at his coffee. This evening was shaping up to be… complicated.
~*~*~*~
Camille listened to her mother with barely restrained annoyance. She glanced at the clock and tapped her fingers on her leg wondering when she could end the conversation. She did not want to be rude to her mother. She was her mother after all and the few times since being saved she had cut her off in conversation and ended the call she had been deeply convicted. She’d had to call her and apologize to have some peace in her conscience. So now she treaded more lightly. She sought God’s counsel, she prayed for strength and grace. But Rita Carlucci could be so irritating.
“Camille! Camille?” Rita said.
Camille blinked. “Yes, mama.”
“What do you have to say to that?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to acknowledge that I have a point and not shut down on me like you are doing now.”
Camille sighed. “I’m not shutting down on you. I just don’t know what more to say. We have discussed this and I told you what I recently told him. I am not interested in returning to that show. Simon can go ahead with his lawsuit. I don’t care.”
“You should not be so flippant. You have a lot to lose financially if he wins.”
Even though she had tried not to think about that, it did bother her.
“James thinks that I may have a chance at winning.” James Pratt was her lawyer.
Rita scoffed. “How, pray tell?”
Camille swallowed back her irritation. “Unsafe working environment.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Sexual harassment by my producer for one.”
“Really. You are seriously going to claim that. When the cast and crew were well aware that the two of you were involved in a heated love affair for years.”
“Well, breach of contract in any case. He engaged in wrongful behavior towards me that damaged me.”
