Page 48 of Happy Trails & Honey Pots

“How was camp?” Walter asked from his chair.

“Good. Fun.”

That was more than I’d gotten out of him.

“Someone’s got an admirer!” Walter pushed the recliner down and began to stand up out of his chair.

“What?” AJ and I looked at each other as Daisy lowered down to her feet.

“In the kitchen.” He tilted his head.

I helped him up, and we walked into the kitchen where I found AJ standing in front of a huge bouquet of flowers on the island. The colors were deep and vibrant pinks, oranges, reds,and yellows. There were roses, lilies, and carnations. I’d never seen an arrangement so big.

“Whoa, who is that from?” AJ asked.

I had a feeling I knew who it was from.

“There’s a card, but I didn’t open it.” Walter’s brows lifted.

AJ rushed over and grabbed the card before I could.

“It’s for you.” He handed it to me.

On the outside, it said Zoe. I opened the card, and it read:

I can’t stop thinking about the time we spent together. I can’t stop thinking about you.

Miles

“What does it say?” AJ asked, bouncing on his heels.

“It’s just a thank you for helping with the movie. Remember when I was on that phone call with the writers?” I lied.

I hated lying, but there was no way I could honestly tell him what the card said.

“Oh, right, yeah.” AJ instantly lost interest, went to the fridge, opened it, and grabbed a soda.

“That’s a nice thank you.” Walter winked before heading back to his chair in the front room.

He definitely suspected something was up, and he was right. I had crossed a line with Miles. But it was one night, and it was over. I looked down at the card and read it again before stuffing it back in its envelope.

Yep. Over.

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MILES

“Cut!”Shania yelled.

Cameron Wells, who was portraying Lance Corporal Anthony Brown, extended his hand and helped me up off the ground. The scene we’d just shot had several different explosives and multiple stunts. I’d had to dive off a wall onto four stacked mats.

Once I was up on my feet, I patted his arm. “Good job! That was a great take.”

“Thanks, man. You too.”

I brushed the dust off my pants as I stepped over the staged debris and rubble and entered the video village tent.

“How did it look?” I asked Shania, who was seated in her director’s chair.

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