“I figured if they hadn’t told me, it was for a reason. Same with you. I… I’m sorry for making things weird. God, you must think I’m an idiot.”
In the face of his supreme embarrassment, something in Tyler’s expression softened. “Doesn’t have to be weird if we don’t let it be. Come on, I’m sure there’s a list another mile long of requests waiting for us.” She held out a hand, probably the first gesture of peace and welcome she’d made to him since he got back. When he took it, she pulled him in for a hug. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For wanting to do the right thing.”
As soon as the door slapped shut behind them, Piper surged up from her crouch, flinging her arms around Myles’ neck and hugging him tight. “Your plan worked!” She kissed him, a quick smacking thing, ended on a bubbling laugh almost before it was begun.
Myles was out of self-restraint. As he slid his arms around her, Piper’s delight shifted to confusion, then awareness. He didn’t give her time to pull away before capturing that mouth he’d been dreaming about for weeks. If she’d pushed him away, he’d have let her go. Reluctantly, but he’d have managed. Instead she slid her fingers into his hair and opened for him on a sigh.
That almost instant acquiescence fired his blood, had him wanting all of her in fast, greedy bites before starting all over again. But he’d been waiting too damned long for this, so he forced himself to slow down, keep the tone slow and easy, with just a hint of an edge to remind her that he wasn’t the mild-mannered music producer he played on stage.
He’d wanted this, wanted to taste her mouth in private, before they crossed that line in whatever fashion Nate deemed appropriate for the show. She tasted of the lemon water she’d been drinking all night. There was nothing of the timid Betty Haynes about her now. She was the one who dove deeper, pulling him under with a sexy little moan that had his control fraying.
Myles had just enough sanity left to remember where they were. In an alley, only a few dozen feet away from their entire cast of co-stars and a good portion of the entire town. With his last shreds of control, he eased back. Piper stared up at him, cheeks flushed, lips wet and red. Her breath wasn’t altogether steady. As he watched, awareness seeped back in for her, too. Before she could say anything—like This was a mistake—Myles spoke. “Tyler and Brody aren’t the only ones who make a good team on stage and off.”
For the first time since he’d met her, Piper Parish was speechless. And it was pretty damned adorable.
He chucked her under the chin and stepped back before he dove back in where they’d left off. “I’ve got a late night to put the paper to bed properly, but I’ll see you at rehearsal, Betty. Meanwhile, I’ll be dreaming of March 20th. And so will you.”
Whistling, Myles walked away, leaving his lovely leading lady staring after him.
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