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A smirk tucked into the right corner of his mouth.

“You still sleep naked,” Delta surmised.

“Yes.”

She felt a pull in her belly as memories of his warm, naked body pressed against hers beneath cool sheets came flooding back.

“It’s very comfortable. You should try it.”

“Do you plan to do the same thing when… when we’re in the same bed?” Delta asked.

He paused, watching her closely before answering. “Yes.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“You have a problem with that?”

“Not a problem for me,” she said with a casual shrug.

“Glad to hear it. Good night.”

He was gone before she had the presence of mind to respond.

“Good night,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

Then she replayed their conversation in her mind and grinned. Ignacio had remembered her poem from eleventh grade. Thewholepoem.

He had shared his success with her, like old times. He had laughed with her—real laughter, not fake. Maybe living together wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

And maybe, just maybe, Vivian was right. Maybe Ignacio didn’t hate her.

Chapter Twelve

Brockwell Media was a multi-billion dollar holding company with subsidiaries spanning film production, digital and print media, radio, and cable television.

Ignacio straightened his tie as a very attractive assistant escorted him down the hall to King Brockwell’s office. After a brief knock, she led him into the room, and King approached right away with his hand extended. As the woman quietly left, both men shook hands.

“Ignacio Santana, nice to meet you,” King said.

He was over six feet tall with dark brown skin and low cut hair. He wore a dark suit and a black Rolex on his wrist. With his looks, he could easily be a star in the same movies his family produced.

“Nice to meet you too,” Ignacio replied, shaking his hand.

“Please, have a seat.” King waved him over to the seating area. “Can I interest you in a drink, or is it too early for that?”

Ignacio eyed the fully stocked bar as he sat down. “Nothing for me, thanks.”

King sat across from him. They spent the next few minutes engaging in small talk, and Ignacio had the impression that King was feeling him out and trying to get a sense of his personality.

Finally, his host steered the conversation toward the business at hand. “I really appreciate you coming in today. I wanted to meet with you one-on-one first before we brought in the team, so I could share my plans and get a sense of your flexibility. My father usually handles the movie deals. That’s how this company was founded. He grew this empire from one film.”

“Impressive,” Ignacio said, though he was already familiar with the story of Brockwell Media and its origins.

“I’ve worked closely with my father for years, and I’m ready to branch out into movie-making myself, which is why I’m interested inWrong. I’d heard rumors that you were going to make another movie, but I’ll be honest, I wasn’t interested until I saw a piece about you in one of our magazines—The Entertainment Report. Anyway, the article prompted me to do a little research, and that’s why I reached out to Yvonne. I received your proposal and read the script. It’s exactly the kind of project I’ve been looking to sink my teeth into—a project that allows me to experiment and take the kind of risks I can’t with the mainstream projects we usually acquire.

“Wronghas all the elements of an emotional film, the writing is solid, and I appreciate the theme of the wrongful conviction of the main character. Frankly, I think it could be a contender during awards season.”

Everything he was saying so far was positive, yet Ignacio sensed a “but” coming.

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