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“I’ll try.”

“There is nowhere and no one else I’d rather be with than you. I promise you. This isn’t the end of us.”

“If you say so, Hollywood.”

“Just got to have a little faith, Dame.”

“Dame?”

“My Dame,” he whispers before crushing his mouth to mine.

The first week I get back we’ve spoken every day, making plans for after the movie wraps. Some days he can only talk for mere minutes, but I greedily take them. Other days I miss his call due to the seven-hour time difference. Even with my phone set to blast, I sleep through a few. It’s like an out of control first crush all over again.

“Mila, I’ve been dreaming about you,” he says when I manage to catch a call.

“Have you?”

“Yes. I miss you.” He says it so effortlessly it scares me, but I allow it because it feels amazing too. The kind of amazing that has me daydreaming about possibilities.

“It’s so hot here. I don’t remember it being this hot when you were here.”

“It was.”

“Maybe you made it more bearable. I just had a camel slap me upside the head with half a bucket of spit. I threw up for twenty minutes.”

Uncontrollable laughter pours out of me as he goes on.

“I should warn you now, I have a horrible, and I mean horrible, track record with animals.”

“All animals?”

“Yes, goldfish included. Blake says it’s because they can sense evil. But I think that applies to kids.”

“It applies to both kids and animals.”

“Of course, you’d know that,” he smarts. “Kids are okay, but I’m afraid it’s a hard no on pets.”

“Are we having kids already?”

“Whatever we want it to be,” he murmurs.

“Right. Cart before the camel, Lucas.”

“Hey, I’m not proposing.”

“Good, I’m not accepting.”

“Marry me.” I can hear his smile over the line.

“Hell, no.”

“Smart lady. Wait until I start earning the real paychecks.”

“I’d take your paycheck over mine any day, Walker.”

His reply is instant. “Do you need money?”

“Jesus, did you really just ask me that? No, of course not.”