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my lips.
    I thought, if only we were alone. As exhausted as I was, that kiss jolted an energy boost inside me. "It was long, but worth it," I said gazing into his bright hazel eyes.
    Rudely, we continued to stare at each other, ignoring everyone around us. "She's even more beautiful in person." Christopher interrupted our ogling.
    I looked down, embarrassed by my behavior as Andrew pulled me in closer. "Hey, if you don't stop flirting with my girlfriend, I'll tell your wife."
    He lifted his hands as if he was surrendering. "No need to get Molly involved, Andrew." Christopher said, laughing. "My only intention is to pick your beautiful lady's brain." I then looked at him confused. "I'm in the running to direct Deception ."
    I knew the studio was looking at three directors, and that he was one of them. I had already cast my vote for one of the female directors—I loved her previous work—but the final decision was up to both Grant and the studio. "You are welcome to pick away, but I don’t have the final say in which director it will be."
    He moved closer, "May I call you, Andria?"
    "Please."
    "Andria, you always have a say. I hear Andrew had a few opinions that helped when you renegotiated your contract."
    "How…" I asked, turning to Andrew.
    "Hollywood is like a large family," Christopher answered. "Nothing you do will remain a secret." Andrew shrugged sympathetically.
    "I see. That actually scares me."
    Christopher chuckled. "I like you. Stay. Make yourself at home. You two should join me for dinner tonight."
    "Maybe in a few days," Andrew quickly answered. "Andria has been on a six-week tour, and I think she may be a little tired." His hand rolled down my lower back onto my butt, giving it a light pat.
    I smiled at Christopher. "Why don't we plan on later this week?"
    "Wonderful."
    Andrew leaned into my ear. "I'm going to have to go. Do you need anything?" I smirked, looking at him with a raised brow. "For, now," he smirked back.
    "I'll be fine."
    "If you do need anything, have Amy get it." Her name falling off his lips made me cringe. "What?"
    I shook my head. "Nothing."
    He narrowed his eyes at me as he lowered his voice. "It's Amy."
    "Does she always dress like that?"
    He looked around for her. "Like what?"
    I smiled to myself. "It's nothing, Andrew."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Yes, go. You have to work." He gave me one more firm kiss before walking off.
    I really missed watching him walk.

    I watched Andrew work for over an hour. It wasn't until Wade grabbed me into a bear hug that I realized how tired I was. "Little one, it's good to see you."
    "It's great seeing you too. How's Taylor?"
    "She's good. A little moody, but good."
    "That's expected. As long as the baby is fine."
    "She is."
    "It's a girl!" I cheered.
    "We haven't confirmed that yet, but we will find out next month. Even though, I told Taylor that I knew it was going to be." He smiled big.
    "A little girl to dress up, even though I know Taylor will be happy with a boy or girl as long as they are healthy."
    "We both will. Drew said that you needed to freshen up and get some rest."
    "That sounds good."
    "Come on little one. I'll show you to his trailer."

    There was something flying around my ear. I swatted around and it still buzzed in my ear. It wasn't until the buzzing noise became a low humming sound that I realized I was swatting Andrew away. I opened my blue eyes to his deep, ever changing green ones as he continued to nip and kiss around my ear.
    I hummed out in my own satisfaction as every nerve ending stood on end. Andrew’s mouth was a slow torture until he stopped to look up at me. "Did you have a nice nap?"
    "I did. How long have I been asleep?"
    "I've been here for over an hour."
    I sat up on the small bed. "Why didn't you wake me?"
    He started placing warm kisses across one shoulder. "You needed your rest."
    "I haven't seen you in eight days—I can rest when I get back to Dallas."
    "I thought I should be good and let you rest up."
    Brow raised, I