As long as the movie builds a solid reputation, it will be a victory.
Tara and Danny wrap up their solo scenes ahead of schedule. For the next few days, they don't even need to be on set. Director Preston and Jim deliberately front-loaded their schedules, knowing how demanding their real-world corporate lives are.
The moment they step off the set, Danny doesn't miss a beat. He immediately offers to drive Tara home.
"Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?" he asks.
"Not really. I just want to go over the script. Why?" Tara replies honestly. She has grown surprisingly comfortable around him, letting her usual defenses drop.
"I'm free too. How about I come over and we run lines together?" Danny leans in, his voice dropping to a low, magnetic murmur right next to her ear. "Don't forget, we're playing lovers."
Tara's breath catches. The sudden proximity sends a heated flush straight to her cheeks.
"Why are you so close?" she stammers.
"Because you haven't buckled your seatbelt," Danny replies, his tone infuriatingly innocent. He reaches across her, the scent of his expensive cologne wrapping around her, and clicks the belt into place. "I was just helping you. What exactly were you thinking about?"
Her face burns even hotter. She looks absolutely adorable.
A faint, amused smile tugs at the corner of Danny's mouth as he sits back and starts the engine. The drive is thick with a quiet, sizzling tension.
"Well? I'm still waiting for an answer," Danny prompts, feigning patience.


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