Page 109 of Rest In Pieces

“I guess she’ll have no one to blame but herself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Nothing’s Monica’s fault,” he laughs as he walks away.

I take my seat and watch as he heads over to Amity to discuss what he wants. She nods and lets him pull her away from Jack and his crew to work on the scene. I can’t take my eyes off her. She might not be the star of the show, but there’s something so damn captivating about her that it’s impossible to look away. Monica could be getting murdered in her trailer, and I wouldn’t even notice. I just don’t care.

An hour later, Monica’s screech cuts through the air, telling me she knows Amity just finished up her scene. I see Amity turn her head before laughing. Her eyes briefly catch mine before she looks away.

I sigh and stand up, stretching out the kinks as I check my watch. Amity’s last stunt for the day is coming up, so I head over to Craft Services to grab a coffee. Just as I reach the drink station, Monica comes stomping over, snapping at the server to make her a drink that I’ve never heard of before.

“She did this because she’s jealous. She thinks I took her man, so now she’s trying to steal my role. But she doesn’t stand a chance. The world wants Monica Miller, not little nobody Amity Hollis.”

I grit my teeth, ready to lay into her when she apologizes.

“I’m so sorry. That was totally uncalled for. Whatever issues I have with Amity shouldn’t affect our friendship. I never wanted to put you in the middle like that. But honestly, I just find her behavior so unprofessional. Who does she think she is?”

I lean closer so that only she can hear me. “She’s mine, so I’d think very carefully before you keep talking crap about her. If you don’t like her shooting for you, then you should’ve acted like a professional and shot it yourself. She didn’t steal your scene.You threw it away by acting like a diva. Stefan was the one who asked her to step in and help out, got it?”

She gasps and storms away, heading for her trailer. Thank God.

I look at the woman she was shouting at and smile.

“You think it was something I said?”

She chuckles, then reaches down and grabs a chocolate muffin and tosses it at me.

I catch it with my free hand.

“It’s on me.”

“Isn’t it free?”

“And that’s why it’s on me.”

I laugh, making her blush.

“Now, get out of here before I forget I’ve been married to the love of my life for thirty years.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I head back to my post where I can keep an eye on Monica’s trailer and Amity. I settle back down and pull out my phone. I fire off a text to Mac, asking him to cover me so I can leave early with Amity. I can’t let this shit come between us. I refuse to.

Now all I’ve gotta do is make that stubborn woman listen to me.

She stands up and shakes herself off with a laugh, like she didn’t just fall from a fucking cliff.

I sit down, my legs feeling weak. She’s trying to give me a heart attack—that’s the only explanation I can come up with. It’s revenge.

I glance away and find Monica watching me, a thoughtful look on her face. I turn away before she decides to come over andtalk to me. I’m not in the mood, and I don’t think it would do me any favors with Amity, at least not until I’ve cleared the air.

I sigh, leaning forward with my forearms on my thighs, wondering when this heat’s finally going to ease up. I wear my cut with pride—I always have, always will. But that doesn’t mean I don’t sweat like a hooker in church wearing it.

I look back over at Amity and watch as she says goodbye to Jack and the kid that’s eyeing her like she’s a damn candy bar. Getting up, I make my way over to the RV. I wait for her to round the front before grabbing her and pinning her against the side.

“I’m sorry. Stop being fucking mad at me,” I order her, hating that she’s been keeping her distance all day.

Tinkerbell came over and said goodbye to me before she left, threatening my manhood if I didn’t make things right. I tried to track her down earlier, but she must have been avoiding me because I barely caught a glimpse of her. Now, I need to fix this with Amity, and I won’t let anything stand in my way.

“I’m not mad. I’m… I don’t know. I’m hurt and confused and frustrated, and okay, I’m a little mad. But I don’t like seeing another woman all over my man.”

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