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cool, he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilted her head up to look at him. "I know you did," he whispered.
    She blushed deeply. "You... you know I did," she stuttered.
    He grinned. "You're so cute when you're nervous."
    She gulped and he wondered if he'd made a miscalculation. 
    She was pretty, that was the first thing he'd noticed about her. Married, and as far as he could tell, happily so. That was the second. During the shoot she'd proven to be very good at her job, which increased her attractiveness. 
    He'd talked her over with his wife Olivia. Catelyn had seemed like a safe bet to add to his extracurricular activities: stable, sane, married, safe, unlikely to affect his marriage. William had introduced Olivia to Catelyn's husband Aaron and Olivia had found a mutual attraction there as well, and thus the set-up was fair.
    But this... this shy skittishness, this anxiety following her complete surrender to him... it was starting to undo him at the knees...
    "So, relax. You had fun, I had fun. We should enjoy ourselves, yes? Besides, the next shoot's scheduled to start in a week and then we'll both be so busy again that neither of us will have time to breathe."
    She seemed to relax a little at that. 
    "You're right, of course."
    He nodded. "Never forget that." He tapped his chest. "William is always right."
    She laughed, and he felt the uncertainty dissipate, felt them become friends again.
    "I think I'm going to call it a night," William said. 
    "If I can find Aaron I think I'm going to do the same." The last word half-vanished in an enormous yawn.
    "Let me see if I can find him." William led Catelyn around the staircase to a small ottoman, sat her on it, then gestured for her to remain. "I'll be right back. Stay put."
    She didn't argue. She leaned her head against the wall behind her and nodded. 
    William headed outside, past the producers and friends of the film, who were passing around a couple of blunts. One of them raised one in offer to him but he shook his head.
    His van was parked around the corner of the house and he found Olivia and Aaron sitting in it, the back doors open, the two of them dangling their legs over the bumper. They were chatting softly.
    "Hey there."
    Aaron looked at him a little guiltily. William shook a stern finger at Olivia. "Come on now. You told him our deal, yes?"
    Olivia tilted her head at Aaron. "See? I told you. William took your wife upstairs while I brought you out here. Fair is fair so all is well, yes?"
    Aaron shrugged. "I suppose. I mean, if you guys are OK with it..."
    "We are," William said firmly. "Assuming I can see Catelyn again."
    Aaron raised his eyes to William. "She wants to?"
    "I think so. Right now, though, you should take her home."
    Aaron looked at Olivia, and William turned back toward the house. "I'll let her know you're out here," he said as he walked away. 
    William found Catelyn where he'd left her. She was sound asleep, snoring softly, a strand of hair in front of her face. With each exhale, the hair floated up a little. 
    He considered shaking her awake, then decided instead to slide his arms around her and pick her up, as though she were a sleeping child. She kept sleeping while he carried her over the threshold, past the producers, who saw this and chuckled softly. 
    "Our still photographer's all tuckered out," Barnaby laughed. 
    "Goodnight everyone," William whispered, and to a chorus of muted "Goodnight"s, he carried Catelyn to her car. 
    Aaron unlocked it with his fob when he saw William approach. 
    "You could have woken her," he said, opening the passenger door so William could lower her in. "She's kinda heavy."
    "Much heavier than she looks," William agreed. He positioned her carefully, then clicked her seatbelt on for her. 
    "You drive safe, alright?"
    Aaron nodded, then looked at William. "I'd like to see Olivia again," he said, and his tone had a hint of a challenge to it.
    William had run into this in the past and