Page 65 of Keeping Mr. Right Now
She laughed and peeked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Instinct and technique come into play, too.”
He toyed with a piece of her hair. “Want to know what my instincts are telling me right now?”
Titanic vibrations sailed through her bloodstream. She did. She wanted to know everything he was thinking. She hadn’t known Zane very long, but the time they’d spent together had been intense from the second she’d laid eyes on him. She’d first been drawn to him by how incredibly gorgeous he was. How thoughts she’d never had about a man before swam through her mind in a rush. Those ice-blue eyes of his were so amazing, and when he looked at her and talked at the same time? Nothing compared.
She sighed. “Tell me later. Right now you should move back to the front.” She’d arranged this screening and reminded herself this was work, not playtime.
He gave her a wicked smile that made the juncture between her legs throb. “Okay.”
“Sophie?” She jumped at the hand on her shoulder. “Sorry, could I see you for a second?” one of the tech crew said. She stood and followed him while Zane returned to his seat. Thank goodness she’d stopped Zane from saying anything more. His very presence put her in a compromising position, and she needed to keep her wits about her.
Her stupid insula and striatum—the parts of the brain responsible for lust and love—were working overtime.
Wait.
Love?
The tech guy had some concerns about the generator running out of gas. She glanced at her watch. The film was almost over. Would they be okay for another fifteen minutes? A second guy nodded, and she held her tongue from asking why they’d shown up without enough fuel. She’d told them the film’s length.
She stayed where she was, willing the generator to keep going, and moved her attention back to the screen. The surfers in the film were good. Phenomenally good. But Zane had this invisible force of nature that put him in a class all by himself.
Applause and cheers rang out as the last image faded to black and the credits started to roll. She let out the breath she’d been holding and clapped along with the crowd.
People went this way and that, talking about the film with awe and excitement. More than once Sophie overheard someone say it was the best of the festival by far.
“There you are,” Honor said, gliding through the sand like the beach goddess she was in a flowy white dress and long lavender sweater open in the front. “I was looking for you at your seat.”
“Hi, sorry. Minor almost-glitch, so I came back here.”
“Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”
Sophie smiled. God, she was going to miss Honor. She didn’t have friends back home willing to kick ass on her behalf.
“No, but thanks for offering.”
Honor raised her hand, palm flat. “Dude, you rocked this.” They high-fived. “Thanks.”
“Now I need you to run interference for me.”
“What? Why?” Sophie smiled and waved at Jon Waldron as he walked by.
“Bryce wants to have a drink with me tonight.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Sophie saw how they’d eyed each other at the concert the other night, and the attraction had been 3-D-glasses obvious.
“Yes. So I told him I was helping you with all the cleanup and was unavailable.” She flashed her perfect teeth. “You are doing the cleanup, right?”
“Umm…”
“Pretty please?” Honor clasped her hands in front of her chest. “I’ll buy you a hot chocolate when we’re through. Or better yet, I can crash at your hotel tonight and we can order room service. The inn has some of the best desserts ever.”
Say the word, Sophie.
She thought she might say it tonight, but no way could she leave Honor when clearly she needed a friend. Tomorrow night. She’d tell Zane tomorrow night.
“Of course. We’ve got to make sure everything gets taken down properly and”—she glanced over her shoulder—“the bonfire is completely out and the trash is all picked up. And the chairs all make it onto the rental truck and a whole bunch of other stuff. We’ll be working here for a while.”
Honor pressed her shoulders back. “Yep, that’s what I told him.”
