Page 16 of A Lucky Shot

“If he’s into you, he’ll make it work,” Jill said, already turning off the bedside lamp.

“Thanks, Jillybean, but tonight was a one-time thing.”

She’d had more than her fair share of booty calls within her own city limits, let alone plane hopping for them. In the bright lights of the hotel bathroom, the entire front of her body from neck to thighs glowed with a constellation of bite marks.She grinned as she pinned up her hair, and stepped under the lava-hot shower.

The last thing she wanted was to complicate a perfect hook up. It would be too easy to find an excuse to come back to Vancouver for a night that he might not be into. That would just hurt.

He hadn’t said her name once after they exchanged names earlier in the evening. He probably didn’t remember it. And that was okay. The memory of the night would be enough.

She stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a plushy robe, and slid under the bed’s crisp sheets with her phone in hand.

It was a risk. He’d have her number, too, but he may not use it.

I’m all tucked in

Then, before she could change her mind, added,

I’ll be thinking of you the next time I touch myself xoxo

That was a given.

Thanks for the perfect night, Sexy Dimples. It had been perfect.

Stress? Relieved. Ego? Boosted. Best of all, it would stay in a tidy little bubble in another city, well away from temptation.

CHAPTER FOUR

JOSH

Josh parked his BMW beside the spot the director would roll into two hours from now. An ear-popping yawn cracked his jaw as he yanked open the lot’s back door. As first assistant director, it was a point of pride to be the first on set every day. Even before the production coordinator. Even when he got less than four hours of sleep the night before.

Five weeks left of filming, and he needed every minute to make sure they wrapped on schedule. He’d make sure they did.

That’s why he kept getting hired.

And since he wasn’t having breakfast with Cass of the thick thighs and pouty lips, no reason not to be the first on set, as usual.

Morning, beautiful

Dreamed of you last night

Here’s the name of breakfast place I was telling you about in case you want to check it out

Sending good morning texts to a hookup, though? Asking her to spend the night? That was far from usual.

Not as unusual as a hookup wanting to take off right after. He couldn’t blame her. When he hooked up, he preferred to sleep in his own bed, too. Even when his partners wanted him to stick around after. Occasionally he obliged. Had to if he wanted to keep them in rotation. But they knew the drill, and he’d be gone before they woke up.

It was far easier to leave than to kick someone out. Stephen still razzed him, months later, after one crazy ex had banged on his apartment door after midnight. It had been enough to make him swear off bringing women home.

At least until Cass. Didn’t hurt that she was from out of town. Less likely to show up unannounced.

A surprise visit from her would be alright, though. Maybe she’d call him the next time she was in town.

The venti coffee still steaming in his hand would caffeinate him for a couple of hours. Enough time for everyone to trickle onto set. Josh rolled his shoulders under his snug black tee, making the white graphic of Stormtroopers doing Saturday Night Fever-style dance moves ripple over his chest. Digging his fingers into the knots at the base of his neck, he logged onto his laptop and let his email load.

Newest first. He read and filed his emails in batches, delegating, deleting, and firing back responses to a litany of names above him in the food chain. An hour later, the office door creaked open and the film’s production coordinator slunk into the seat beside him, surrounded by a musty miasma.

Josh flared his nostrils. “Jesus. Did you sleep in a bar last night?”

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