Page 20 of The Wedding Season
Shefrowns.
ERIN: Fuck. I love that. We could write the shit out ofthat.
SCOTT: Let’s doit.
ERIN: Gameon.
SCOTT: Or you could pitch me something awesome and I would probably be blown away by it because I think you’re kind of agenius.
ERIN: I appreciate that, thanks, you always say the perfect thing to make me like you more, it’s amazing. But no, we’ll do your idea and I’ll make itbetter.
SCOTT: Works for me. Should we go to my place and getstarted?
ERIN: I’m thinking aboutit.
SCOTT: I’ve been thinking about it. For a long time. I really am a big fan of you. And not just because you’re hot. Although, if I’m being honest, your hotness only makes you more talented. Or the opposite of what I just said. Never mind. Pretend I said something badass. I can’t think straight when I’m talking toyou.
ERIN (grinning, reaching for him under the table): Then stoptalking.
She smiles that smile of hers, the one that makes him want to be a better man, the one that makes him want to be herman.
Blech.Awful. She really is better at writing dialogue than I am. But I’m good at talking to her, despite what she thinks. I totally orchestrated it so that she would push for the wife to be the protagonist, so I could tell her she was right. Obviously. It may not have won me as many points as I was hoping for, but it’s a start. She needs to feel comfortable writing in this genre with me since it’s new for her. She needs to trust that I respect her brain or she won’t want to write this withme.
We need to write a fucking awesome script so she can figure out what I’ve known all along—we would be fucking awesome together. As writing partners, in bed, in life. Fucking.Awesome.
Plus, I really need another sale. My family is becoming more and more overtly obnoxious about what they perceive as my colossal failure at my chosen career. Try explaining the long-term merits of developing a fan base of producers and executives who aren’t currently paying you for your work—to a bunch of investment bankers, CEOs and hedge fund managers. It’s soul-crushing. I care a lot less about what they think than I used to, but you never completely get over thatstuff.
I just hope I can keep it in my pants so we actually get the workdone.
But all workand no play makes Scott a dullboy.
And Scott will not be dull at Shauna’swedding.
Watch out,Duffy.
I’m packing my dancing shoes for thisone.
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WEDDINGTWO
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Chapter 9
*Erin*
“What doyou mean you think you’re in love?” I’m finally seeing Maya for the first time since the day after Laurie’s wedding and she’s making my head explode. I search her beautiful tired face for clues—is she joking? Is she high? Was she kidnapped by Sam Fletcher and now experiencing Stockholm Syndrome? “You just met him. He’s not your type. He’s Braddock’s best friend.” I wish I hadn’t said that last part out loud, but it’s toolate.
Maya’s face erupts in an amazing, sleepy, genuinely happy smile. “I love him, Erin. He’s wonderful and he’s so good to me and I love being with him and I’ve never felt this way before.” She looks me straight in the eyes. “I love him.” She means it. I have never seen her this calm and satisfied before. It definitely isn’t just a blissed-out fuck-haze either, she looks and sounds like a woman inlove.
I put my hands on hers. “Then I’m happy foryou.”
She kisses me on the cheek. “We watchedCinema Paradiso. I loved it. Icried.”
“Okay. I wanted to watch it with you, but whatever. I’m glad. So are you just here to pack a bag,or…”
“Yes. I have to dolaundry.”
