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hand, nodded vaguely toward Powder, and focused on Ashley. “I locked the trailer. Give it to me now.” He eyed her hand atop the messenger bag and held out his own, palm up.
    Eyes widening in horror, face heating, Ashley gazed at all the people working nearby. No way.
    “Later is fine,” she said, and scurried away.
    Shortly after, Ashley saw Caz act for the first time, not block, not line-read, but actually act. He was amazing, mesmerizing. Now she understood all the attention and the line of fans she’d seen at the gate this morning.
    “He’s really good,” she said to Olive, who stood nearby, eager to jump up and kiss someone’s feet the moment the director yelled, “Cut.”
    “I know that,” Olive said sharply and moved away.
    It wasn’t until the end of the day that the issue of the package came up again. Caz walked straight over to Ashley and asked for it.
    Her lips twisted. “What’s your trailer number?”
    “I don’t let people in my trailer. It’s my home for now. Are you going to let people walk through your home?”
    “I thought you actors had an open-door policy.”
    Caz swung a script against his leg. “Some of us are discriminating. For instance, you’re not invited into my trailer. So give me the package.” He looked around for her bag, but she’d stashed it in the makeup area rather than carry it around all day.
    “Fine. I’ll hang the delivery outside your trailer. What’s the number?”
    Caz stretched his arms over his head, drawing her eyes to his biceps. Lean, hard, perfectly on view below the short sleeves of his T-shirt.
    “Come on, I’m going there now.”
    “So, I’m invited?”
    Caz didn’t respond and headed toward the exit. Ashley followed him with slow steps and a small detour by the makeup table to grab her bag.
    The security guard let Caz breeze through the exit. Ashley had to show him her identification card. He checked her name, her face, and his list again before he let her trail after Caz. She walked with reluctant, crunching steps, watching him unlock the door to trailer number three.
    Caz didn’t stop there; he went in, leaving Ashley debating with herself. Drop the bag here, hang it on the door, or forget about this idiocy all together. The door swung open from the inside, and she took a step around him and into the trailer. The trailer’s interior was small, but nice: leather sofa, flat screen television, and a tiny kitchen. Furnished with a neutral décor, pleasant but lacking personality. Except the air; the air smelled like lemon soap. “Did you clean?”
    Caz ignored the question, lifted his eyebrows, and gestured at the bag.
    Ashley shifted on her feet. “Is this a trailer for your breaks or do you really live here?”
    Caz half sat on the armrest of the couch and rolled his broad shoulders. The fabric of his shirt tightened against his muscles. “For now, I live here, but I plan to buy a place here in the States.”
    “Hmm,” Ashley said, delaying the drop-off. This had seemed like such a good idea this morning; now the whole thing felt weird. Her stomach twisted, and she couldn’t tell if she was nervous or simply hungry. All they’d had for lunch were diet sandwiches and raw veggies. She decided to forget the package and get out. “Okay. I gotta go. I’m starving.” Maybe she’d make pasta tonight. Dad liked Italian, and Alfredo sauce was quick: cream, butter, parmesan. He wouldn’t have to wait long for her to prepare the meal. Or, the sauce would keep in the fridge if he couldn’t make it home in time for dinner.
    “The package?”
    “I think they put us on a diet because we broke the bleachers,” Ashley offered as a distraction and took a step back.
    “No, it’s because we’re on film. Cameras add pounds.” Caz patted his flat stomach.
    He had that lean, elegant look, but he’d been heavy against her legs. Her right calf had a sizeable bruise thanks to his poundage. He must weigh more than he looked. Her head tilted to the