more secrets.
“Look, I’m going to bed. We’ll work this out, I know that.” She kisses my cheek as she walks past. “I love you, Roman.”
I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.
Chapter Eleven
Beth
I’m running late, which is a normal occurrence for me, but turning up late for your first meeting with a potential employer is not a good look. Thank God we know each other and he’s already aware of my inability to keep track of time.
When Cameron called me to arrange a coffee date to go over the details, I didn’t hesitate. Even after my argument with Roman the previous night, I refused to let anything stand in my way—especially when he couldn’t give me a good reason for not wanting me to do this.
I practically run inside the small coffee shop off Fifth, where we arranged to meet. Cameron waves from a table near the back, the friendly smile on his face instantly relaxing me. Right away I remember how well we got along during the last filming, and how this probably won’t be any different.
“Beth,” he gushes, standing up as I approach the table. He wears a powder blue business suit that only he could pull off. His blond hair is perfectly styled and I’m sure I can see traces of makeup on his flawless skin. “You look amazing.” He leans over and kisses me on the cheek, taking my hand in his.
I smile and sink into my seat, breathless from either the excitement or jogging the last few blocks here to avoid being late. “I’m so excited about this,” I admit. “I was up all night reading the screenplay, and I’m in love with this story.”
“I’m so glad to hear that.” He grins. He pushes a latte across the table toward me. “I hope you’re still drinking the same? I took the liberty of ordering for you. They get quite busy in here just before the lunch rush.”
I grin and reach for the drink, secretly pleased that he remembered how I take my coffee. The second the hot liquid moves down my throat, I feel myself relax. I was in such a hurry this morning that I had to forgo my usual wake-up coffee—something my body was not happy about.
“So,” I begin, my heart racing. “What now?”
“I wanted to talk to you about the filming schedule and timeframe we will be working from so you can decide whether this fits where you are at the moment. Are you still taking a break from your music?” he asks.
I nod. “Indefinitely.” I swallow hard. I avoid talking about my music career wherever possible because it resurfaces too many bad memories. I’m not sure I can ever go back to that, or that I even want to. That part of my life is over. I’ve moved on. Or at least, I’m trying to.
“Okay, good. So this is what we are thinking.” He slides a folder across the table to me.
I reach for it, my hands shaking. I blush, embarrassed at how nervous I am. I know Cameron and I know show business. I guess that proves I’m only human. I’ve experienced many things that lots of people could only dream of in my life, but there are still things that have the ability to make me feel like a kid at Christmas.
Starring in a blockbuster along some of the hottest names in film is a dream come true. I only wish Roman was as excited for me. My happiness falters for just a second as I think about him.
I need to do this for me. This is my way of getting back a little of the independence I’ve lost. I feel like at the moment all I’m doing is going through life waiting for things to happen instead of making them happen. I can’t blame Roman for not understanding that, because he doesn’t know the true extent of my anxiety. Who knows, maybe I should tell him. Maybe then he would understand why this was so damn important to me.
Pushing thoughts of him out of my head, I focus on what’s in front of me. I need to think clearly right now, and all he is going to do is cloud my judgment.
I quickly scan through the locations and dates, nodding my approval. Not that anything would be a deal-breaker
“Look, I’m going to bed. We’ll work this out, I know that.” She kisses my cheek as she walks past. “I love you, Roman.”
I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.
Chapter Eleven
Beth
I’m running late, which is a normal occurrence for me, but turning up late for your first meeting with a potential employer is not a good look. Thank God we know each other and he’s already aware of my inability to keep track of time.
When Cameron called me to arrange a coffee date to go over the details, I didn’t hesitate. Even after my argument with Roman the previous night, I refused to let anything stand in my way—especially when he couldn’t give me a good reason for not wanting me to do this.
I practically run inside the small coffee shop off Fifth, where we arranged to meet. Cameron waves from a table near the back, the friendly smile on his face instantly relaxing me. Right away I remember how well we got along during the last filming, and how this probably won’t be any different.
“Beth,” he gushes, standing up as I approach the table. He wears a powder blue business suit that only he could pull off. His blond hair is perfectly styled and I’m sure I can see traces of makeup on his flawless skin. “You look amazing.” He leans over and kisses me on the cheek, taking my hand in his.
I smile and sink into my seat, breathless from either the excitement or jogging the last few blocks here to avoid being late. “I’m so excited about this,” I admit. “I was up all night reading the screenplay, and I’m in love with this story.”
“I’m so glad to hear that.” He grins. He pushes a latte across the table toward me. “I hope you’re still drinking the same? I took the liberty of ordering for you. They get quite busy in here just before the lunch rush.”
I grin and reach for the drink, secretly pleased that he remembered how I take my coffee. The second the hot liquid moves down my throat, I feel myself relax. I was in such a hurry this morning that I had to forgo my usual wake-up coffee—something my body was not happy about.
“So,” I begin, my heart racing. “What now?”
“I wanted to talk to you about the filming schedule and timeframe we will be working from so you can decide whether this fits where you are at the moment. Are you still taking a break from your music?” he asks.
I nod. “Indefinitely.” I swallow hard. I avoid talking about my music career wherever possible because it resurfaces too many bad memories. I’m not sure I can ever go back to that, or that I even want to. That part of my life is over. I’ve moved on. Or at least, I’m trying to.
“Okay, good. So this is what we are thinking.” He slides a folder across the table to me.
I reach for it, my hands shaking. I blush, embarrassed at how nervous I am. I know Cameron and I know show business. I guess that proves I’m only human. I’ve experienced many things that lots of people could only dream of in my life, but there are still things that have the ability to make me feel like a kid at Christmas.
Starring in a blockbuster along some of the hottest names in film is a dream come true. I only wish Roman was as excited for me. My happiness falters for just a second as I think about him.
I need to do this for me. This is my way of getting back a little of the independence I’ve lost. I feel like at the moment all I’m doing is going through life waiting for things to happen instead of making them happen. I can’t blame Roman for not understanding that, because he doesn’t know the true extent of my anxiety. Who knows, maybe I should tell him. Maybe then he would understand why this was so damn important to me.
Pushing thoughts of him out of my head, I focus on what’s in front of me. I need to think clearly right now, and all he is going to do is cloud my judgment.
I quickly scan through the locations and dates, nodding my approval. Not that anything would be a deal-breaker
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