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“Now we’re talking.”

My smile returns. “You were just waiting for that.”

“It never takes long. You’re always talking to either the Father or the Son when I’m the one doing all the hard work.”

“Cute.”

He presses into me in one swift thrust. “Is this…cute?”

“Jesus, Lucas.”

“Make up your mind,” he grunts, burying himself to the root and pinching my nipple.

“Fuck, yes,” I murmur. He pumps into me slow, slipping his arms through mine and gripping my shoulders to use as leverage to go as deep as he can go.

“Play with your clit, baby,” he urges. I slip my hands between my thighs doing his bidding. “Fuck, that turns me on so much.”

“I’m going to come.”

“Hold on, Dame,” he murmurs into my hair. I can feel how turned on he is, his chest is drawn tight, his movements becoming less controlled.

“Fuck me, Lucas,” I whisper, getting lost to him as his thrusts quicken, and we both brace ourselves before bursting into a state of moans and exhales.

Lucas holds me to him, his arm around my neck as we both come down. His whispers surround me in a warmth more inviting than the sun streaming through the windows giving us a spectacular view of the rose garden and the hills surrounding us. He rests, still inside me in the protective hold I’ve come to crave as much as anything else.

“I love you, Mila Walker. You are my whole life. I’ve never wanted anything more than to make you happy.”

“You do,” I say, twisting to give him access to my lips. “You do.”

Sobbing, I make a quick turn off the road and park at a shopping center. Unable to think past the pain, I dial the number and pray for an answer.

“Mila?”

“Amanda,” I croak into the phone.

“Oh, no, honey, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“I need to talk to you.”

Our marriage won’t last through another week of filming. He’s gone too deep, too far removed from the life we built, and if we have any hope of a future, I can’t subject myself to any more rejection. For this, he didn’t want a partner.

“Lucas, he’s…I don’t know what he is. I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, where are you?”

“You’re here, in town?”

“Yeah, I came back for a casting call.”

“I’m parked at the shopping center just down from the promenade. Will you meet me?”

“Sure, give me thirty minutes.”

I hadn’t realized how much time had passed until Amanda knocks on my window. I’d been staring off into space and jumped when she rapped on the glass. When I get out of my SUV, I hug her tightly to me, fully identifying with the loss of the past four months, for her, for Lucas, for all of us.

“I didn’t fully understand before,” I tell her tearfully as she hugs me close. “Now I do,” I sob as she grips me tighter. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Mila, you were a better friend than anyone else. You couldn’t know. No one knows unless they have to go through it themselves.”

I can hardly speak as I unload on her and she does her best to console me. “I can’t handle this. I’m losing him.”

“Mila, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?”





“I suppose I have a highly developed capacity for self-delusion, so it’s no problem for me to believe that I’m somebody else.”—Daniel Day-Lewis





Mila



Casey and Bonnie Morning Radio Show




Casey: This just in, Bonnie, our golden couple may be in trouble.



Bonnie: Uh, oh. What’s going on with Lucas now?



Casey: A source on the set of Silver Ghost, Walker’s new movie, says Mila Walker was on location yesterday in El Paso.



Bonnie: She’s always with him on location, so what went wrong?



Casey: Rumors are circulating that tensions are running high and it’s getting a little bit risqué. Walker is filming opposite of Adriana Long.



Bonnie: Not another set romance?!



Casey: Could be.



Bonnie: Come on, Lucas, you know better than that. I think Mila’s prettier than Adriana. She’s had too much work done. So, what happened?



Casey: Apparently Mila left the set furious and the drama went down in Walker’s hotel room shortly after filming wrapped for the day.



Bonnie: Oh, no, Casey, not those two. They always look so in love.



Casey: Right? Let’s hope these two can get it together.



Casey: I guess we’ll see, it wouldn’t be the first set romance to ruin a marriage.



Bonnie: We’re rooting for you, Lucas and Mila.



Pulling into our drive, I turn off the radio and bury my head in the steering wheel. That news will broadcast on every entertainment medium by the end of the night. Over the years we’d been extremely careful to avoid that type of speculation, and even with Lucas doing his absolute worst, I was the one to bring the shitstorm to us. I wonder if Lucas was trying to warn me out of the hotel so the rumor mill wouldn’t start. Had I overreacted?