stuntwoman who was playing the trapped victim finally called down to the crew. âI donât know about you, but I think the two of us need a break.â
Jill had to restrain herself from hugging the woman for saying it first. She hadnât wanted to be the one who called for a break. It would have felt as if she were admitting defeat, letting her MS beat her. She just hoped she would be able to make it back up on this moving pile of debris once she had climbed down. The deck felt as if it were still shaking as she made her way toward the edge, but she knew the hydraulic actuators had been shut off; it was her muscles that were shaking.
Crash helped down her colleague, who had reached the edge of the platform first, then unhooked the safety wire from the harness Jill wore and helped her down too.
No longer having the energy to climb down gracefully, Jill nearly fell into Crashâs arms.
Crash caught her. Her closeness made Jillâs body temperature climb even more until she almost expected steam to come out of her ears. Her legs felt like overcooked spaghetti.
âYou okay?â Crash asked, her breath tickling Jillâs ear.
A new current of electricity went through Jill, but this one had nothing to do with the MS. She nodded with as much energy as she could muster. âIâm fine. I just need a drinkâ¦I mean, something to drink.â
âDo you want me to get youâ?â
Jill cut her off with a wave of her hand. âNo, thanks.â Just a cold beverage wouldnât do. She needed a bowl of the ice the craft services people always kept around for her. If she ran it along her arms and neck for a few minutes, her body temperature would go down and the MS symptoms would disappear or at least lessen.
âOkay,â Ben said. âWhy donât you two take five while we set up everything to go again.â
Jill didnât have to be told twice. As fast as her shaky legs would carry her, she fled to the craft services tent.
Crash watched Jillâs retreating back. The actress looked as if she was about to collapse from a heatstroke or something. Crash wanted to hurry after her, but she sensed that Jill didnât want her to make a fuss.
Just the opposite of Crashâs ex, who had been vying for her attention twenty-four/seven, and when Crashâbusy with her careerâhad failed to give her constant admiration, she had found someone else. Not just anyone else but Crashâs mentor, the woman who had taken her under her wing when she had first gotten into the stunt business.
After that, Crash had sworn off women for a while, at least for anything more than a fling. Now, nearly two years after Kyleigh had broken her heart, her emotional wounds had healed and she felt ready to get involved with another woman on a more serious basis.
She certainly wouldnât mind getting involved with Jill Corriganâfor a fling or maybe even something more. Too bad Jill wasnât interested in her. At least that was what she said. Her body language seemed to say something else, though.
Ben and Floyd looked toward the craft services tent, where Jill had disappeared.
âI told you they shouldnât have cast her,â Ben said.
Anger gripped Crash. It surprised her how protective of Jill she felt, but she didnât stop to question it. She faced him squarely. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Jill did a fantastic job with that scene!â
Ben held up both hands in a defensive gesture. âNothing. Sheâs a good actress and a real trooper, but with the MS and everythingâ¦â
Crash felt as if the wire attached to a stunt harness had just jerked her to a sudden halt, knocking the air from her lungs. She stared at the second-unit director. âSheâ¦? Jill has MS?â
âI assumed everyone knew,â Ben said. âI guess you didnât.â
Her vocal cords refused to work, so she just shook her head.
âDidnât you
Jill had to restrain herself from hugging the woman for saying it first. She hadnât wanted to be the one who called for a break. It would have felt as if she were admitting defeat, letting her MS beat her. She just hoped she would be able to make it back up on this moving pile of debris once she had climbed down. The deck felt as if it were still shaking as she made her way toward the edge, but she knew the hydraulic actuators had been shut off; it was her muscles that were shaking.
Crash helped down her colleague, who had reached the edge of the platform first, then unhooked the safety wire from the harness Jill wore and helped her down too.
No longer having the energy to climb down gracefully, Jill nearly fell into Crashâs arms.
Crash caught her. Her closeness made Jillâs body temperature climb even more until she almost expected steam to come out of her ears. Her legs felt like overcooked spaghetti.
âYou okay?â Crash asked, her breath tickling Jillâs ear.
A new current of electricity went through Jill, but this one had nothing to do with the MS. She nodded with as much energy as she could muster. âIâm fine. I just need a drinkâ¦I mean, something to drink.â
âDo you want me to get youâ?â
Jill cut her off with a wave of her hand. âNo, thanks.â Just a cold beverage wouldnât do. She needed a bowl of the ice the craft services people always kept around for her. If she ran it along her arms and neck for a few minutes, her body temperature would go down and the MS symptoms would disappear or at least lessen.
âOkay,â Ben said. âWhy donât you two take five while we set up everything to go again.â
Jill didnât have to be told twice. As fast as her shaky legs would carry her, she fled to the craft services tent.
Crash watched Jillâs retreating back. The actress looked as if she was about to collapse from a heatstroke or something. Crash wanted to hurry after her, but she sensed that Jill didnât want her to make a fuss.
Just the opposite of Crashâs ex, who had been vying for her attention twenty-four/seven, and when Crashâbusy with her careerâhad failed to give her constant admiration, she had found someone else. Not just anyone else but Crashâs mentor, the woman who had taken her under her wing when she had first gotten into the stunt business.
After that, Crash had sworn off women for a while, at least for anything more than a fling. Now, nearly two years after Kyleigh had broken her heart, her emotional wounds had healed and she felt ready to get involved with another woman on a more serious basis.
She certainly wouldnât mind getting involved with Jill Corriganâfor a fling or maybe even something more. Too bad Jill wasnât interested in her. At least that was what she said. Her body language seemed to say something else, though.
Ben and Floyd looked toward the craft services tent, where Jill had disappeared.
âI told you they shouldnât have cast her,â Ben said.
Anger gripped Crash. It surprised her how protective of Jill she felt, but she didnât stop to question it. She faced him squarely. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Jill did a fantastic job with that scene!â
Ben held up both hands in a defensive gesture. âNothing. Sheâs a good actress and a real trooper, but with the MS and everythingâ¦â
Crash felt as if the wire attached to a stunt harness had just jerked her to a sudden halt, knocking the air from her lungs. She stared at the second-unit director. âSheâ¦? Jill has MS?â
âI assumed everyone knew,â Ben said. âI guess you didnât.â
Her vocal cords refused to work, so she just shook her head.
âDidnât you
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