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beyond. He cleared his throat. “I hadn’t realized it was that much already.” The movie had only been out for a week. The truth was, once a movie was made, Josh paid little attention to it. He was happy when they did well and the people both behind and in front of the camera got the credit they deserved, but he didn’t do what he did for the money. As Emma had observed the other day, he already had quite a bit of it. “Thank you, Emma.”
She must have heard something in the tone of his voice, because Emma glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her long, dark lashes fluttered briefly over those luminous green eyes. Her mouth pursed in that slightly disapproving moue he found so adorable. “I was looking up information for the press release,” she explained, shrugging one shoulder dismissively.
They reached the Foundation’s entryway. Eugenie shook Josh’s hand again briefly. “It was really great to meet you Mr. Owens. I’ll have our lawyer draw up the paperwork and send it over to you for review as soon as possible.”
“That sounds fine. And please, call me Josh.” He gave the older woman a wide smile. Her brown eyes twinkled at him.
“Josh. And you call me Eugenie.” She turned to Emma then, beaming, and clasped the tiny brunette’s hand. “Emma, it was a genuine pleasure. You’ll be in touch soon, I hope.”
Emma’s lush lips curved upward. “I will. We can go over all the details of the party then.”
“Hey, you’re not trying to steal her from me, are you? Because if so, the deal is off!” Josh grinned at Eugenie and feinted pushing Emma behind him protectively. Emma gave a short gasp, but Eugenie laughed.
“Don’t you mean steal her from Picture Perfect? I won’t say I haven’t thought about it. I have no doubt Emma would be an asset here, even just from our brief acquaintance.”
“I’ve already got plans to lure her away from them, so don’t even think about it.” Josh winked at Emma.
Emma snorted softly. “ Nobody is stealing me from anybody.” She inclined her head to Eugenie. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I’ll call soon.” She curved a sharp brown brow at Josh. “Shall we, Mr. Owens?”
Josh gestured her ahead of him, flashing Eugenie another brief grin. The older woman waved as they stepped out into the foyer. Josh touched the small of Emma’s back. He could feel the heat of her through the eggplant silk of her blouse and resisted the urge to stroke a hand down the length of her spine.
As time passed, his encounter with Madame Butterfly was slowly growing less vivid. He still wanted to confront her and take his watch back, but spending time in Emma’s presence again reminded him that there were women out there who didn’t wear masks or keep secrets. One in particular who had a sharp mind, a quiet sense of humor, and who understood what he did better than any other woman he’d known before.
He’d enjoyed the mysterious Madame’s raucous charm and blatant sensuality, definitely. But a relationship had to be based on more than volcanic physical attraction. His and Emma’s personalities were much better matched. She was much like he had been as a teen and young adult, before he’d broken out of his shell. He understood her.
Madame Butterfly seemed more like he was now; confident and comfortable in her own skin, but who knew what she was like from day-to-day? Based on what Ben had found out about Carla Fiorentino so far, she sounded like a lot of trouble. Madame Butterfly may be the kind of woman who lit up the silver screen, but Emma was the kind of woman you wanted in the seat next to you.
“Well, that went well.” He reached for the door handle but paused before pulling it open. He looked down at Emma. She barely came to his shoulder in her low, sensible heels. “Was it your idea for her to call Maisie Ransler?”
Emma blew a stray hair out of her eyes. “I thought it would be a good idea
She must have heard something in the tone of his voice, because Emma glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her long, dark lashes fluttered briefly over those luminous green eyes. Her mouth pursed in that slightly disapproving moue he found so adorable. “I was looking up information for the press release,” she explained, shrugging one shoulder dismissively.
They reached the Foundation’s entryway. Eugenie shook Josh’s hand again briefly. “It was really great to meet you Mr. Owens. I’ll have our lawyer draw up the paperwork and send it over to you for review as soon as possible.”
“That sounds fine. And please, call me Josh.” He gave the older woman a wide smile. Her brown eyes twinkled at him.
“Josh. And you call me Eugenie.” She turned to Emma then, beaming, and clasped the tiny brunette’s hand. “Emma, it was a genuine pleasure. You’ll be in touch soon, I hope.”
Emma’s lush lips curved upward. “I will. We can go over all the details of the party then.”
“Hey, you’re not trying to steal her from me, are you? Because if so, the deal is off!” Josh grinned at Eugenie and feinted pushing Emma behind him protectively. Emma gave a short gasp, but Eugenie laughed.
“Don’t you mean steal her from Picture Perfect? I won’t say I haven’t thought about it. I have no doubt Emma would be an asset here, even just from our brief acquaintance.”
“I’ve already got plans to lure her away from them, so don’t even think about it.” Josh winked at Emma.
Emma snorted softly. “ Nobody is stealing me from anybody.” She inclined her head to Eugenie. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I’ll call soon.” She curved a sharp brown brow at Josh. “Shall we, Mr. Owens?”
Josh gestured her ahead of him, flashing Eugenie another brief grin. The older woman waved as they stepped out into the foyer. Josh touched the small of Emma’s back. He could feel the heat of her through the eggplant silk of her blouse and resisted the urge to stroke a hand down the length of her spine.
As time passed, his encounter with Madame Butterfly was slowly growing less vivid. He still wanted to confront her and take his watch back, but spending time in Emma’s presence again reminded him that there were women out there who didn’t wear masks or keep secrets. One in particular who had a sharp mind, a quiet sense of humor, and who understood what he did better than any other woman he’d known before.
He’d enjoyed the mysterious Madame’s raucous charm and blatant sensuality, definitely. But a relationship had to be based on more than volcanic physical attraction. His and Emma’s personalities were much better matched. She was much like he had been as a teen and young adult, before he’d broken out of his shell. He understood her.
Madame Butterfly seemed more like he was now; confident and comfortable in her own skin, but who knew what she was like from day-to-day? Based on what Ben had found out about Carla Fiorentino so far, she sounded like a lot of trouble. Madame Butterfly may be the kind of woman who lit up the silver screen, but Emma was the kind of woman you wanted in the seat next to you.
“Well, that went well.” He reached for the door handle but paused before pulling it open. He looked down at Emma. She barely came to his shoulder in her low, sensible heels. “Was it your idea for her to call Maisie Ransler?”
Emma blew a stray hair out of her eyes. “I thought it would be a good idea
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