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shock was too much for her, and besides, Bobby had already disappeared.
     
    In the garage, Bobby found his favorite toy: his Lexus LFA, a beauty of a car that put him in a good mood no matter what. With the turn of a key, he was gone; and he wouldn’t be back until Rosa could confirm that Lola had left the building, for good. He didn’t even want to find a breath mint of hers lying around. He was glad that Lola didn’t love him. It made leaving her so much easier. Patrick could use the story to his favor. He could twist it however he wanted to; the truth was, Bobby didn’t care. All he wanted now was to finish filming and spend all his time with Susan, building shelters, or whatever she wanted. He yearned to make her smile again. He wanted to look into her eyes, and with some luck, he wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and more. Much, much more.

CHAPTER 8
     
     
     
    “Come here Carl.”
    “Julie, I told you, I have to kill someone.”
    Samantha Tucker silenced Bobby with a kiss. It was suppose to be lips only , but he felt her tongue caress his teeth.
    “Samantha —”
    “Cut!”
    “Geez, sorry.”
    Samantha giggled and lowered her lashes.
    “Again! From, ‘Come here, Carl’.”
    Concentrate, Bobby. Just this last scene. Bobby wiped his hand across his forehead and tried to keep his eyes off of Samantha.
    With Lola in his life , it had been easier to focus on his work and treat Samantha’s flirting as a “thing”, but Lola had left and Susan hadn’t been dreaming of him. It was driving him nuts. And who was he kidding? Samantha wasn’t pulling big at the Box Office because of her college degree. She was hot. The tabloids were practically screaming for the two of them to become an item again.
    “Sor ry, Bobby,” Samantha smiled and didn’t look at all sorry.
    “Back to your places! ” Neil shouted.
    “Can you handle it?” Samantha whispered as she passed him.
    “Oh, I can handle it,” he said, but Samantha had already found her spot and was busy concentrating on her wrist bracelet as she waited for her queue. Women , Bobby thought. They were frustrating him from all directions.
    “Come here Carl!”
    “Julie, I told you, I have to kill someone.”
    Samantha moved in with her kiss, and this time Bobby was ready for her. Their lips met and he gave it his all. He would have even dipped Samantha if he thought Neil would go for it.
    “Jesus! Cut! Cut! Cut!”
    “Huh?”
    “Bobby, what the h ell are you doing? Are you trying to give me my fifth ulcer? Should I check myself into the hospital now? What, Bobby? What? What’s it going to be? The hospital, Bobby? The Goddamn hospital? Tell me! Tell me! ” The main artery in Neil’s neck twitched dangerously and his head looked as if it might explode from the exerted pressure.
    “You see?” the assistant said, staring Bobby down as he tried to calm Neil.
    Neil marched up to Bobby , little bits of saliva glistening on his lips. “You are supposed to reject her! This is the last scene. How are you supposed to walk off, the solitary man, if you accept her kiss? How am I supposed to finish this fucking film today?”
    “Chill. ” Bobby couldn’t think of a better word. It was a mistake.
    “Chill? You want me to chill?” Neil spat out gobs of spit that landed farther afield than his lips now. “How Bobby?”
    “Sorry?”
    “Are you?”
    “What?”
    “Are you sorry?”
    “Sure, why not?”
    “Why not?” Neil echoed Bobby’s words, mock confusion on his face.
    Bobby felt as if he were back at primary school, faced with an impossible teacher-hates-student situation. But he could save this one. He was Bobby Anderson, after all. Samantha was just Samantha. He would show her. “I’m ready,” Bobby said, and went to his mark.
    Samantha’s eyes followed him, still smi ling, still ridiculously sexy. He hated it and loved it at the same time.
    Bobby felt like calling out “action!” himself, he was that ready to finish this scene; but doing so