"Had to lose the driver." He nodded toward a black sedan idling two blocks away. "Your director likes to know where his actors go."
And she would never let them see the rushes.
She walked back alone, her bare feet leaving faint prints on the wet pavement. By the time she reached her building, the first gray light touched the rooftops. Her phone buzzed again. ForPlayFilms 23 08 01 Siri Dahl Midnight Tryst ...
"No scripts," he agreed.
Siri deleted the message. She had given them plenty of performances. But the midnight tryst? That one was hers. "Had to lose the driver
Later, they sat on the curb near the bike, sharing the last of her Chardonnay from a small flask he kept in his saddlebag. The stars were starting to fade. Dawn was a rumor in the east.
"I watched your last scene," he said, not looking at her. "The one where you play the widow." By the time she reached her building, the
"You're late," she replied, swinging a leg over the seat behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist, feeling the solid warmth through the leather.