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It doesn't take a genius to read between the lines. He means me.
"Zane, anyone who judges someone for what they do in their lives when it's none of their business is an asshole."
He glances up at me. "You really think that?"
"I do."
"So it'd be okay with you if I were to film a scene?"
"Sure. As long as you're not on the clock. And, most of all, as long as it's somethingyouwant to do. Because once that shit is out there online, it's going to be there forever. Is that something you can handle?"
"That's my main reservation. Bruce told me to take as much time as I need and to not rush into it."
"He seems like a nice guy."
Zane smiles shyly. "He's not the only one."
"Yeah, well. Don't go around blabbing. I have a reputation to maintain."
"Don't worry, your reputation will be just fine." He pauses. "You still have that face."
I bark out a laugh, caught off guard by his sharp wit. And balls. "You know, I may have misjudged you."
"I may have misjudged you, too. I'm sorry we got off to a bad start."
I give him a quick once-over. The long hair. The arm tattoos. The lopsided grin. Idefinitelymade a snap judgment. Not to mention my crazy jealousy over Buzz may have kicked in and hijacked my logical thinking.
"I'm sorry about that, too."
"And just in case it needs to be said, I want to apologize about the whole Buzz thing. I was being stupid and immature."
"Yes, you were," I agree with a smirk and a nod.
"I hereby fully relinquish any claim on the guy. He's all yours."
"Good," I say, lifting a hand into the air. "Because mark my words, young man, I shall set my cap for Buzz Lightyear and make that man my own."
"What the fuck?"a familiar deep voice growls.
Zane goes pale and rears back. "Uh-oh."
I turn around to find a dripping wet, furious-looking Buzz staring at me.
"It's not what you think," I say.
"Oh, really?" He squares up, hands on hips, bristling with anger. "So you weren’t just talking about me like I’m a damsel to be won in some medieval epic?"
I exhale through my teeth. "Okay, so it is exactly what you think it is. But we were just kidding around."
"Yeah? Well I don't find it funny one bit."
And with that, he turns and storms toward the door.
"Buzz, wait!" I spring to my feet and hurry after him. "It's raining out. Let's go somewhere private and talk about this. I can explain everything."
Lord knows I havea lotof explaining to do.
But he ignores me, pushes through the front door, and runs out into the rain.
