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them did justice to what spread out before her in that moment.
    Across endless rolling hills of the richest green she’d ever laid eyes on, she could see miles of gray ocean, blending almost seamlessly with the sky above. And the air was so clean, so sharply unlike the city stuff she was used to sucking down day after day in Dallas, that it almost stung as its pure crispness passed through her lungs.
    “It’s incredible, isn’t it?” said a deep voice behind her.
    “Holy crap,” she shouted, stumbling backward before catching herself, thankful she didn’t land ass-down in the mud. “You scared the crap out of me.”
    Colin came around to stand before her, smiling, his white teeth shining against the bronze hue of his skin, which appeared to have been artificially enhanced since the night before.
    “Either you spent last night fake baking after I left, or someone sprayed you down with some very potent stuff.”
    They both glanced down at his arms and legs and then back up at each other.
    Colin grinned, probably at the appreciative stare down Andi had given his body. “You don’t seem to hate it,” he said, crossing his arms.
    “Well, I—”Andi shrugged her shoulders and held out a palm, buying time to work through the knots in her tongue”—It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever seen.” Her mouth formed a tight line and Colin surveyed her, bringing back images of the night before. She felt warmth, deep in her belly, at the memory of his ridiculously hot naked form. Millions of women would give their life savings for the evening she’d had, even without sex.
    His eyes turned serious. “I’m glad you came today. I thought maybe you wouldn’t.”
    Andi looked down at her favorite purple boots, now coated in a thick layer of sodden dirt. She blinked up at Colin. “I can’t exactly ignore that flash drive that you found,” she said, both of them well aware that it wasn’t the reason she’d agreed to his request to meet again. “Every book I’ve ever written is on there.”
    He leaned in close to her face, hands behind his back. She could smell his cologne, fresh rather than overpowering like a lot of men’s, mixed with the soap he’d smoothed over her body in the shower at his condo, and the chalky scent of theater makeup and bronzer. Her mouth went dry and she held her breath, eagerly anticipating whatever sexy comment he was about to make that would surely turn her legs to jelly once more.
    “You know, Gorgeous,” he whispered in that delicious British accent, his soft breath curling around her ear, “they have these things called clouds now.” Colin leaned back without touching her, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Much more reliable for backing up your documents.”
    Andi swallowed and narrowed her eyes, pulling herself out of the moment she’d so misjudged. “I know about clouds,” she said, annoyed with herself for being unable to hide the slightly pouty tone in her voice. “I just prefer something I can hold in my hands. Makes me feel much more secure. I have difficulty trusting things I can’t touch.”
    “Really,” he said, leaning in again, this time softly brushing his lips against her cheek. “I do believe I’ll keep that in mind.”
    After a few moments, Colin finally stopped teasing her enough to introduce Andi to the producer; she’d meant to say hello and give her heartfelt thanks for the trip and the weeklong stay in a lush hotel at the cast party the night before, until everything had taken a fast train straight to hell. Andi had never had any desire to be involved in the screenplay or the filming of her story, but she’d lucked out with a producer who understood her book and promised to portray it well. The producer had graciously offered Andi a read-through of the script, which she’d loved and enthusiastically approved, and since then they’d shared a very casual email relationship until the woman had invited Andi to come take a look at the set. Since it was the