Page 90 of Force of Nature

Chapter Thirty

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THREE MONTHS LATER

“I can’t believe season one is finished. It seems like we just started filming,” I tell Glenn, having joined him for coffee following our final scene of shooting for the first season of Blood Lust.

“It really does. But hey, at least we got picked up for a minimum of two more seasons. I don’t know about you, but I think this is one of the best cast and crew I’ve ever worked with.” He lifts his cup to his lips and takes a tentative drink of the steaming liquid.

Glenn plays a werewolf on the show. His character is one of Rose’s best friends so we shoot a lot of scenes together. As such we’ve become pretty good friends in real life as well. He’s incredibly good looking and probably one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. If it weren’t for his sexual preference he would totally be someone I would go for. Well that, and if I wasn’t still hung up on a guy I haven’t spoken to in exactly eighty-three days, not that I’m counting or anything.

“I agree.” I lean back in my chair, both of my hands cupped around a warm cinnamon latte. “I honestly can’t wait to start filming the next season. If they’d let me I’d start tomorrow.”

“Not me.” Glenn shakes his head in disagreement. “I’m looking forward to a few weeks off. Besides, the holidays are coming up and it will be nice not to have to try to balance work with everything else.”

“Yeah I guess.” I shrug, having not given much thought to the holidays even though Thanksgiving is only a couple of weeks away. I’ve been so preoccupied with filming and the first four episodes of Blood Lust airing that everything else has kind of been pushed to the background.

“You have any plans? I assume you’ll be heading home.”

“I actually haven’t thought that far ahead to be honest. I think my room is paid through the end of the month so maybe I’ll stay here.” I take a drink of my latte before setting the cup on the small round table between us.

“Is there a reason why you’d rather stay here alone than go home?” He cocks a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.

“No.” I shake my head. “Yes.” I let out a slow breath. “I don’t know.”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that bad boy of yours, would it?” he asks.

Given that Whit finished filming her scenes and left two weeks after Thad’s visit, Glenn became my go to when I needed to drink cheap liquor and feel sorry for myself. Hence why he now knows every detail to the whole Thad fiasco.

“He’s not a bad boy.”

“Call him what you will, but based on what you’ve told me bad boy is the perfect way to describe him.”

“Whatever,” I brush him off. “It doesn’t matter anyway because he’s not at the ranch anymore so why would that stop me from going home?”

“Maybe because you think it will bring up too many painful memories.”

“Maybe.” I let out a slow exhale. “Well, it’s my home, and considering my parents will never leave there, I can’t avoid it forever.”

“Which is exactly why you need to go home. Better to jump in head first and get it over with. You have to submerge yourself back into your normal life sooner or later.”

“Nothing about my life is normal anymore,” I point out.

“Okay, good point. But you know what I mean. You have to find a way to balance who you are now with who you once were. I know you’re still hung up on this guy but you shouldn’t be. You’ve got so many options. It’s time to move on and the best way to do that is to go home and put the ghost to rest once and for all.”

“I love you, you know that,” I say, not able to really put into words what a blessing he has been to my life over the last three months.

“Duh.” He grins widely, his identical dimples making a full appearance.

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you, you need a haircut,” I tease, pointing at the way his dark hair curls around his ears.

“Funny,” he deadpans.

I stick my tongue out at him playfully knowing if there’s one thing he takes seriously it’s his hair. I give him crap about it all the time because he has to keep it longer and kind of wild for his character and it drives him nuts.

“Now stop trying to change the subject. Home. You’re going. End of story.”

“Fine,” I groan, rolling my eyes. “I’ll go home. You happy now?”

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