Page 16 of Come to Me
"Ally..."
She holds up a hand.
"No, don't Ally me. Right now, I'd rather spend my time with you."
I need all the information here.
"What was the part?"
She looks at the ground. "Blanche."
My stomach drops with an almost audible thud.
I know Alyssa would kill to play Blanche.
"Ally..."
She folds her arms. "You promised."
"Okay. I won't try to talk you out of it."
She stares at me like she doesn't believe me.
She shouldn't. This is a terrible decision.
"I won't," I lie.
If I push now, she'll close down.
I need to be sneakier.
The tension in her expression eases. "Okay. Thank you. Why don't we set up for dinner?" She stands and fetches plates from the cabinets. "Do you want a drink?"
"Water."
She pours herself a generous glass of tequila.
I eye it.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
She nods. "Tired. I really can't wait to be done with filming so I can relax."
"So you're not turning down the role because of me?"
She sighs.
"Can we not do this?".
I move towards her. Slide my arms around her waist.
She looks away, but she leans into me, her body relaxing as I hold her tighter.
"I won't be upset if you take the role."
She eyes me warily.
"Okay."
