Page 53 of A Lucky Shot

Click, click, burrrrr.

The film stuck on the last frame. He sucked in his breath, taking a step back and holding his camera between them like a barrier.

“We’re out of film.” He strode across the studio to his phone, cranking up the lights as he went, and the dream-like air around them snapped.

Fuck.

Cass turned to look out the window again, body still. “Did you get what you needed?” she whispered.

Not even close. “It’ll have to do.”

He fiddled with the lens cover far longer than he needed to, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she unplugged her phone from the sound system, cutting the low tempo song mid-chorus. She ducked back into the change room without another word. Josh slid down the wall onto his haunches, running a hand through his hair.

What the fuck was he thinking? He had one rule. Don’t get involved with anyone on set. His life was complicated enough, and he was in no position to pursue anything more than a zero-strings attached fuck buddy.

Which was exactly the kind of relationship she was trying to stay away from.

That was why they were doing this. Because she had feelings for someone else. He dropped his head and hung his camera strap around his neck like a noose.

Cass exited the change room moments later, the crop top hidden under a leather jacket. She adjusted the bag with her dress and scarf in it and held out her phone.

“You still need to update my bio,” she said nonchalantly.

He stared down at her profile. Any man who didn’t see her beauty shining through, even in this grainy photo, was not only blind, but an idiot. He plugged in a new bio.

A woman of many talents. Maybe I’ll show you some. Probably won’t sleep with you but you’ll lose sleep over me.

She smiled at what he wrote, looking as if she was weighing what to say next. “Why are you doing this?” she said, finally, her eyes meeting his through the mirror.

Why was he doing this? He was busy as all holy hell. It would take him hours to go through the photos and edit them if they even needed that much editing. But she needed help. She deserved better.

And he had wanted to spend time with her. To get her in front of his camera and see what she would look like on film. Even if getting that close to her was playing with fire.

Not that he could tell her any of that.

“Inoculation, remember? No more fuckboys.”

“I remember.” She gave a weak smile and cast her gaze around the dance space, and the vibrant confidence and energy she’d moved around the room dissipated. “This is the kind of fun I like to have.”

“What?”

“My old bio? I said ‘I like to have fun’.” She motioned between the two of them. “Hanging out with a friend, talking. Listening to music. I like this. This was fun.”

That’s some dangerous fun, but same.

He smirked to hide the thump under his sternum. “Told you it would be.”

SD Creative and Production chat

Terry

Our location for next week fell through.

What the fuck happened?

Terry

The site flooded.

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