Just Physical by Jae Read Free Book Online

distance so she could think clearly.
    â€œYou okay?” Crash asked but didn’t try to follow her. Her voice sounded a bit husky too.
    â€œFine,” Jill croaked. “So, that’s when one of the nurses comes in and hits the guy over the head, right?”
    â€œUh, yes, exactly. All you need to do is stand there and look surprised as he goes down.”
    Jill gave a decisive nod. She glanced at Ben, who stood at the tent’s entrance. “Okay. I’m ready.”

    Four days later, Jill had just settled on the couch with the script when a knock sounded on her trailer door.
    Jill groaned. “Not yet,” she muttered, aware that she sounded like a whining teenager who had been ordered to go to bed. She was supposed to have one more hour before they needed her back on set—and she needed that hour to go over her lines for tomorrow’s scenes.
    By the time she got home that night, she knew she’d be exhausted and any attempt to memorize lines would feel like wading through molasses, so she’d rather do it now.
    When she opened the door and peeked out, it wasn’t a PA sent to summon her back to the set. Instead, Crash stood on the top step, still in the Lucy Sharpe costume, but without the wig. Her short, black hair looked strangely out of place in the turn-of-the-century garb. With a broad grin, she presented a shiny apple. “I didn’t see you at the craft services table, so I thought I’d bring you a snack.”
    Jill took the apple, careful not to touch Crash’s fingers in the process. “Thanks.”
    They stood facing each other in silence for several moments.
    â€œUm, do you want to come in?” Jill asked and opened the trailer door wider.
    â€œSure.” Crash followed her in. Her vibrancy filled the trailer, immediately making it seem much smaller. She looked around and let out a whistle. “Nice digs.”
    After a week of shooting, Jill was already so used to her home away from home that she didn’t notice the details anymore. She took in the tiny kitchenette at one end of the trailer, the comfortable couch along one wall, and the small table with two chairs in the other corner, trying to see them through Crash’s eyes. “You think so?”
    â€œYeah. I think it’s even nicer than Nikki’s and Shawn’s trailers.”
    Crash had been in their co-stars’ trailers? She shoved away the thought, firmly telling herself it didn’t matter to her one way or the other. Instead, she focused on the apple and took a big bite out of it.
    â€œI’m not even sure theirs have air-conditioning,” Crash said.
    Jill nearly choked on her bite of apple. Dammit. Lauren must have found out from Grace what effect heat had on Jill, so she had pulled some strings to get her the nicest trailer with the best air-conditioning on set. She didn’t know whether to be grateful or angry with her friend and former publicist.
    â€œCareful.” Crash stepped closer and softly patted her on the back. “Women and apples don’t have the best of history.”
    Finally, Jill managed to stop coughing and took a deep breath. Crash’s scent filled her nose—an irresistible mix of shampoo, fresh sweat, and horses from one of the stunts earlier that day. She took a step back and focused on the conversation. “That’s what people think, but actually, the Bible doesn’t say that the fruit was an apple.”
    Another grin flashed across Crash’s face. “I wouldn’t know one way or another. I was talking about Snow White.”
    Jill flopped down on one end of the couch, inviting Crash with a nod of her head to take the other. She grinned at her. “I didn’t take you for a fan of fairy tales.”
    â€œWhat can I say? I’m a sucker for happy endings.” Crash sat and stretched out her legs, getting comfortable despite the corset she was wearing. “So, how do you know so much