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eyebrows on any other celebrity might have asked, And just who the fuck are you? If anything, Olivia shrank away from me a little, like I made her nervous.
    “Do you have a minute?” I asked.
    Her guard stayed up. “I… yeah. Sure.”
    “Listen, I just wondered, is there anything I can do to make…” I paused and gestured at the stage. “To make it a little less uncomfortable dancing with me, I guess?”
    Olivia blinked. “Um…I…” Some color rushed into her cheeks. She looked less nervous now and more confused. Or startled, maybe. “You’re just fine. I’m…”
    “I’m serious,” I said. “If there’s anything I’m doing, or not doing, just say the word.” I grimaced. “I know they’re making us get really close up there, and I thought… I mean you seemed a bit…” Well, if she wasn’t uncomfortable before, she probably was now.
    Olivia chewed her lower lip for a moment. Then, “You’re fine, actually. I’m sorry, this whole video has just had me wound up. I wasn’t expecting to be dancing—” She stopped abruptly, cringing as our eyes met.
    I laughed. “Weren’t expecting to be dancing with someone like me?”
    “Uh, well…” She muffled a cough. “No, I wasn’t. I’m sorry, that—”
    “It’s okay.” I shrugged. “But if I’m creeping you out or—”
    “No, no!” She put up a hand and shook her head. “No, not at all. I think I’m just… I didn’t know what to expect, and…” She trailed off, more color flooding her cheeks. “God, I’m sorry. I must be creeping you out.”
    “Not at all.” I smiled. “He’s asking us to get awfully close for two people who just met.” I shrugged with one shoulder. “I can understand it.”
    “I would think that wouldn’t—” Her mouth snapped shut.
    I cocked my head. “Hmm?”
    Her cheeks reddened, and she lowered her gaze.
    Then the penny dropped. “Trust me,” I said, “it can be a challenge even in my line of work.”
    Olivia met my eyes, and the color deepened. “Is that right?”
    I nodded. With a wink, I said, “Porn actors are human too.”
    She laughed. “Of course. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.”
    I waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it.” Nodding toward the stage again, I said, “But we’re stuck together until tomorrow, so I just wanted to make sure we could work together.”
    “I think we’ll be—”
    “Break’s over!” Jim’s voice boomed through the soundstage. “Places!”
    I glanced in his direction, then back at Olivia. “I guess we’d better get back to work.”
    “Right.” She held up her coffee cup. “Just let me finish this, and I’ll be right there.”
    “See you onstage.” I started to go.
    “Buck.”
    I turned around again, eyebrows up.
    Olivia smiled over her coffee cup. “Thank you. For being concerned.”
    I returned the smile, gave her a slight nod and kept walking.

Chapter Three
    Rachel
    Finally, Jim called out the words my aching feet had been dying to hear: “That’s a wrap for today.”
    Buck and I both released relieved breaths. He let me go, and I shivered at the sudden absence of his body heat against me.
    As we all cleared the half-finished stage, Jim went on, “Everyone get some sleep, ice anything that needs to be iced, and be here and ready to shoot tomorrow morning at seven thirty sharp.”
    Sleep, ice and cortisone. Sign me up.
    Walking gingerly, I carefully made my way back to the main stage area. There, Quinn waited for me.
    “How are your feet, love?” he asked.
    I glared at him.
    He offered a sympathetic grimace. “You’ve got an appointment at six forty-five for your injection.”
    “Thank God,” I said.
    “You don’t have to call me God, darling.”
    I laughed. “Cute.”
    He put a hand on my arm and gently herded me toward the door. “Let’s get you changed so—oh, sweet pimply uncle of Horus, what now ?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and swore again. “I need to take this, my dear.”
    “I’ll