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poured another one.
    Alcohol would’ve worked much better, but
water was doing the trick.
    Someone touched my arm, and I was ashamed
to say I almost lost my grip on the pitcher, making an even bigger fool of
myself.
    “Olive, are you okay?”
    Noticing it was just Keith, I slowly
lowered the pitcher down and clung to my glass.
    “Ah, sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
I tried to smile, but to him it probably looked more like a grimace.
    Keith chuckled. “It’s not every day you see
a movie star this close. I understand your excitement.”
    He understood nothing. Why was he talking
about Jason as if he was an animal in a zoo?
    “Let’s take our seats again so we can
introduce you two. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    Actually I’d hate that, thank you very
much.
    There went my hopes that maybe Keith would
be nice enough to smuggle me out of there.
    “Sure,” I mumbled, using the glass of water
as a shield in front of my face.
    When I glanced at the table, I saw that
Harry was gone and Bobby had taken his seat. Next to him sat the man who had
walked in next to Bobby.
    And then, there was Jason…
    I tried not to look at him at all.
    Dear God, please help me breathe .
    Still using the glass as my shield as I
kept sipping water, I sat down right across from the unknown guy—who had an
amused expression on his face—and then I jumped a little and sloshed water on
myself when Keith pulled out the chair next to mine and sat down.
    Jesus … get
a grip, Olive.
    I was ready to jump out of my skin and run
away to find Lucy so I could kill her. Surely this was all happening because
she hadn’t come with me.
    Keith started the introductions. “This is
Jason’s agent, Tom Symond, and this is the author I mentioned to you, Tom,
Olive T—”
    “So very nice to meet you,” I said in a
louder voice than Keith’s, interrupting him before he could say my last name.
    Tom Symond chuckled, rose up, and reached
for my hand.
    Then I had to get up, too. Don’t you just
hate being civil sometimes? As we were shaking hands, I slipped and glanced at
Jason since he was being so quiet. When I noticed he was looking at me with a
frown on his face, I quickly looked away, sat down, and reached for my beloved
water glass.
    “Jason Thorn is who we want for the role of
Isaac. We think he’ll be perfect,” Keith started up again.
    Damn, but the guy talked too much.
    “We still have a lot of things to talk
about, Keith, so let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said Tom.
    I nodded enthusiastically. What kind of
hell was I in that they had brought in the ONE actor that I would be—
    “Olive Taylor? ”
    Oh, god…
    Death could be so peaceful. My own heaven.
Didn’t that sound nice? Breathing was so overrated anyway.
    “Olive?” Jason asked again in a surprised
voice. There was complete silence in the room.
    My stomach grumbled.
    Anyone up there? Kill me.
    Kill me now.
    “Nice to meet you…Mr. Jason Thorn,” I said miserably
when nobody else spoke for several seconds, silently shaving off years of my
life.
    Of all the things I could’ve said at that
moment, of all the things I could’ve been doing instead of sitting there
shaking like a leaf…
    “Little one,” he said once he got up from
his seat. There was affection in his voice. Definitely surprise, too, but
mostly affection.
    All the hairs on my body stood up.
    Jason was already rounding the table coming
toward me. No escape now.
    Defeated, I let go of my water glass and
pushed my chair back to face Jason.
    Once he reached me, only two steps separated
us. Two short steps after not seeing him for so many years.
    “Olive,” he said, his lips cracking into a
big grin. His eyes took in every inch of my body, causing me to blush.
    Then he was in my space, his hands cradling
my already flushed face. Involuntarily, I took a step back, my ass almost
sitting on the table. He just came with me.
    “Little one, look at you.” He laughed,
triggering a smile on my face.