His Larkville Cinderella

by Melissa McClone

  Adam kept up with her. “What’s the hurry?”

  “My boss is watching us.”

  He glanced up at the deck. Chas, who was producing Adam’s new film, stood next to Eva Redding, the costume designer. Adam hadn’t known which of the three costume people Megan would be working for, but she didn’t seem the type to get along with Eva. Not that many people got along with her. “You’re interning with Firebreather?”

  Megan nodded.

  Damn. Adam should have made the connection before. He still wasn’t sure why he’d been included in today’s costume meeting, but at least they’d told him to go surfing while they waited for the designs to arrive. He probably shouldn’t have surfed for so long. He wanted to give his input and make this film the best it could be. Maybe then he’d get the recognition he wanted for his acting. “I’m sorry.”

  And he was. Not only for having Megan carry his board. Someone who wore her heart on her sleeve would never stand a chance with Firebreather. Eva Redding wowed people with her talent, but also intimidated them with her take-no-prisoners personality. She went through interns like bubble gum. Rumor had it the last one, a young woman he’d met during a costume fitting, was let go on her fourth day.

  “When did your internship start?” he asked.

  “Monday.”

  Three days ago. The clock was winding down for poor Megan.

  Adam felt like a jerk for treating her the way he had. She must be under a lot of pressure. He hadn’t made a great impression, either. Having Eva see him holding Megan could make things worse for the intern.

  He knew what it was like to work your way up from the bottom. It would be hard enough to succeed with Eva Redding as a boss. He didn’t want to do anything to screw up Megan’s internship. Best to back off so she didn’t get in trouble.

  * * *

  As Adam rinsed off in the villa’s outdoor shower, Megan stood by the stairs with his surfboard, something he apparently called the Fish. She hadn’t been sure what to do when they arrived at the house. She decided to wait for Adam, figuring it might be considered bad form to go up to the deck without him given he was “the star.”

  The guy had some nerve.

  She was surprised he hadn’t wanted her to walk four feet behind him, as if he were royalty. But Adam Noble was no Prince Charming. Not like Rob, who would never allow her to carry a shopping bag, let alone a surfboard. Well, if he surfed. Rob didn’t like the water. He was into mental challenges, not physical ones.

  Still she couldn’t deny Adam’s attractiveness. His eyes shone brightly and he could carry a conversation, suggesting he wasn’t as stupid as she initially thought. But it was weird that a movie star of his caliber had bothered talking to her at all.

  If you’re ever lonely and want me to show you around town...

  Yeah, right. The man had gorgeous half-naked women throwing themselves at him. No way would he want to spend time with someone like her.

  Insecure girl desperately seeking a boyfriend.

  Surprisingly he’d gotten it half right.

  She might be insecure. Who wouldn’t be in a brand-new place doing a brand-new job and after a lifetime of being told she didn’t fit in? But she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. Far from it.

  She knew the man she wanted. All she needed was for her best friend to come to his senses and realize friendship was the perfect foundation for a serious, committed relationship. Marriage would follow. Then a dog, cat and kids. A happily ever after, the kind she’d grown up watching in the movies and dreamed about for years.

  The shower stopped.

  Adam’s wet suit hung over the swinging door. Megan saw his bare feet underneath. He stepped into a pair of blue-and-white board shorts.

  A lump formed in her throat. Had he not been wearing anything underneath the wet suit? Not that it mattered one way or the other.

  The shower door swung open. Adam stepped out.

  Her breath caught in her throat.

  He wore board shorts. No shirt. His hair was wet—so was the rest of him.

  She swallowed.

  Water rolled off his wide shoulders, down his muscular arms and chest, past his six-pack abs to his narrow hips....

  What in the world was she doing?

  Heat flooded Megan’s cheeks. She forced her gaze up to the patio. Eva no longer stood there. Thank goodness. Megan didn’t want her boss to think she was ogling the film’s star.

  Yes, Adam Noble was handsome and had a killer body if you liked that all-American athletic look. But she would never be interested in him.

  Adam sauntered over, his wet hair pushed back off his face. Water dripped from the ends.

  Her pulse kicked up a notch. Maybe two. She understood why he’d been named one of the Fifty Most Beautiful People.

  “Thanks.” He took the surfboard from her. “After you.”

  She motioned him ahead of her. “They’re not waiting for me.”

  Adam opened his mouth as if to speak, but didn’t. He climbed the stairs. She followed.

  On the patio, the others sat around the table. People greeted Adam. He gave each person his full attention, focusing his gaze on them, the way he’d done with her on the beach.

  Her father had been called “larger than life.” Adam Noble was like that, too. His charisma captivated people. Herself included.

  Adam joined the five people at the table.

  “Hey, you,” Chas said to Megan. He motioned to the bar where a stainless-steel coffee carafe and several glass pitchers containing various colored beverages sat. “Refill everyone’s drinks, Texas.”

  Megan cringed at the nickname. She wanted to forget where she was from. But Chas was the producer so she assumed that meant he could call her what he wanted. Given the choice, she preferred “hey, you” to “Texas.”

  She headed to the bar, resigning herself to the fact her internship wouldn’t give her much costume design experience, but she’d end up with great waitress and driving skills. She picked up the requisite pitchers and refilled the glasses on the table.

  “We are on schedule.” Eva had the costume sketches displayed. She must have started the meeting without Adam. “Based on our last meeting, Damon, I made the alterations to Calliope’s costumes. I’ll need Krystal and Adam for a final fitting, then we’ll be ready to shoot.”

  Megan had loved Krystal Kohl’s most recent movie. The tall, willowy and gorgeous actress was so talented. Though Krystal had a reputation for being difficult on the set and everywhere else.

  Adam held one of the sketches. “This is the new gown for the dinner scene.”

  Eva nodded. “Krystal will look divine next to you in the Dior tuxedo.”

  He nodded. “Excellent work.”

  Eva’s sincere smile made her look nice. Maybe there was more to the designer than her bright red lipstick and severe personality. “Thank you, Adam.”

  Chas removed his sunglasses. “Great work, Eva. As usual.”

  Damon nodded. “That’s exactly the look I was going for. And I appreciate the effort you put into the new designs, but there’s been a slight change. That’s why we’ve asked all of you here today.”

  Eva’s gaze bounced between the producer and director like a Ping-Pong ball during a championship match. “Define slight change.”

  Chas leaned forward. “Krystal Kohl is at a rehab facility in Tucson. Her role is being recast.”

  No one gasped. No one said a word, but an uncomfortable silence fell over the table.

  Eva stared at the costume designs with a blank face.

  The two wardrobe people looked at each other, but their expressions didn’t change.

  Megan stood at the bar arranging glasses and pitchers, trying to appear disinterested. She might be a “newbie,” as Adam had called her, but this couldn’t be good news with filming scheduled to start next week.

  She looked at Adam to see his reaction.

  His posture hadn’t changed. He sipped from his glass of water, as if the news of his lea
ding lady being replaced at the last minute wasn’t a big deal. It didn’t seem to be except...

  A muscle pulsed at his jaw.

  Not as immune as the others appeared to be. He wasn’t happy about the role being recast.

  “A lot of work went into casting Krystal as Calliope,” Adam said. “This isn’t some summer blockbuster flick, but a serious drama.”

  Chas nodded. “We know the caliber of talent needed for the role.”

  Adam leaned back in his chair. “Who are you thinking about as a replacement?”

  “Lane Gregory,” Damon said. The award-winning actress was the only child of two movie stars and America’s sweetheart. “We’ve worked together before. Very professional. She can step in at the last minute without a lot of prep.”

  “She’s older than Krystal,” Adam said.

  “Yes,” Damon admitted. “Lane brings a different level of maturity to Calliope.”

  Adam straightened. “She’s accepted the role.”

  It wasn’t a question. The tension lacing each of his words surprised Megan. She loved Lane Gregory, way more than Krystal Kohl. Lane had the reputation of being nice and down-to-earth. Maybe those qualities weren’t what Adam wanted in his next movie-set fling.

  The thought of him with the talented actress left a bitter taste in Megan’s mouth. Lane was too sweet for a man like Adam. But what happened between the two actors was none of Megan’s business. Neither was the discussion they were having now. She wiped the bar where condensation had dripped off the pitchers.

  Damon nodded.

  Tight lines bracketed Eva’s mouth. “Krystal is tall and thin. Lane is short and curvy. We’re going to have to rethink everything, including the dinner gown.”

  “You have until Tuesday,” Damon said.

  Eva’s startled gaze darted from the director to Chas. “What?”

  “We have no leeway in the schedule,” the producer admitted. “Adam is committed to another project after this.”

  Adam nodded.

  “The other talent has commitments, too.” Damon flashed the designer a big smile. “No worries. You’ve done this before, Eva. And won awards.”

  “I have.” Eva shot a pointed look at the two wardrobe people, who pulled out their cell phones and started texting furiously. “I will again. But it’s either going to kill the costume department or they’ll want to kill me.”

  “Don’t they already?” Adam teased.

  Chas and Damon smiled. The two wardrobe people pressed their lips together as if not to agree with the actor. Megan felt herself nodding and ducked behind the bar to grab some napkins before Eva saw her.

  “Tell us what you need,” Chas said to the designer. “It’s yours.”

  “You don’t have the budget for what I need,” Eva said.

  Megan stood.

  Adam waved his empty glass at her. “Refill, please.”

  She grabbed the water pitcher with lemon slices floating on top. As she stood next to Adam refilling his glass, awareness hummed through her. All that bare skin and muscle was hard to ignore. She wanted to touch him and see if he was as strong as he looked.

  No, she didn’t.

  The guy needed to put on a shirt. And pants. Long ones.

  She tightened her grip on the pitcher’s handle.

  “There goes your weekend,” Adam said to her. “Mine, too.”

  Megan stared at him, confused. His clear, warm green eyes weren’t helping matters. He had to be wearing contacts. She realized he was still talking to her. “What?”

  “There will be a mad dash to get costumes for Lane. That means extra fittings and alterations,” he explained. “Some of my clothes will change, too, since they were designed to go with Krystal’s.”

  “Oh.” Not the most intelligent response, but that was the only thing that came to mind as she looked at him. Darn the man with his hard, hot body, killer smile and amazing eyes. “I didn’t think I’d have a lot of free time until after filming ended.”

  If she was still here then...

  That burst of reality helped her regain her focus. She checked everyone’s glasses so Eva wouldn’t think she was slacking off. Or worse, swooning. No one else needed more to drink.

  “You won’t have much time,” Adam said. “But the experience you gain during the shoot will be worth it.”

  Megan didn’t know why he was talking to her. He must be bored because the others were busy. Unless he’d taken a fall out on the water and whacked his head on his surfboard. That was the only other logical explanation for the attention he was giving her. “Do you want me to get you anything else?”

  Wicked laughter lit his eyes. “I can think of a few things...”

  Megan inhaled sharply. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

  “Be careful with what you offer around here, Texas.” Adam spoke with a low voice so others wouldn’t overhear.

  The nickname bristled again. She was happy to have escaped Larkville, but she didn’t hate the town. Okay, maybe a part of her did. But she missed a few things—her nephew, Brady, the yummy chocolate milkshakes and greasy fries at Gracie May’s Diner, her dad’s horse Storm and, of course, Rob. Megan missed him the most.

  “Someone will take you up on it,” Adam continued.

  What was going on? He’d made fun of her on the walk to the house. Now he was cautioning her. That made zero sense. Then again, maybe things in Hollywood weren’t supposed to add up the way they did back home. “I’ll be more careful.”

  And she would be. Especially around him.

  Megan wasn’t a flirt or fan girl. She didn’t dream of being swept off her feet by the gorgeous movie star or some other good-looking guy for that matter. Her heart belonged to her best friend. Or would once Rob realized they belonged together. He hadn’t expressed any romantic interest in her and hadn’t appreciated when she’d expressed hers in him. But that was okay...for now.

  Her dad always said good things came to those who waited. She’d learned patience at a young age. This would be no different.

  Parlaying this temporary, unpaid position into a permanent, salaried one was her priority. Rob was in Austin trying to get his own career going. But true love knew no bounds. The distance would make him realize how much she meant to him. Once she gained experience, she would be more employable, could live in Austin and work on location. She had it all planned out.

  “I was talking about refreshments,” she clarified.

  “I know, but not everybody is me.”

  He sounded genuine, as if he cared what happened to her. That was odd, but she had to admit nice. Maybe there was more to Adam Noble than a pretty face and great body. “I’ll remember that.”

  A cell phone, lying on the table, rang. He picked it up, looked at the number on the display screen, then stood. “Excuse me.”

  As he walked down the stairs to the beach to take his call, Megan carried the pitcher back to the bar. She didn’t look back at Adam, though she was tempted. He was the first person who seemed to care about her beyond what errand or task she could do for them. Unless he was being nice as a ploy to get her in the sack.

  No. She didn’t think that was Adam’s angle. He wouldn’t waste his time on her. Not with so many beautiful women wanting to hop into his bed.

  That was why his friendliness surprised and unnerved her.

  Megan preferred honesty to flash. That was how she’d been raised back at the ranch. She wished her dad could have known he had two other children. She had no doubt he would do the right thing by them, whether they wanted it or not.

  But Hollywood wasn’t like that. It was full of flashy people. Total strangers whose strange world she’d step into. And that begged a question. Of all the people she’d met since arriving in Los Angeles, why was Adam Noble the one being so nice to her?

  * * *

  Adam stood on the sand in front of Chas’s villa with his back to the water. He was far enough from the patio so no one would overhear his conversation wit
h his agent, Sam Tomlinson, who once again showed impeccable timing with his phone call. “Lane Gregory is the new Calliope.”

  “She must have sweet-talked her fiancé into getting her the role,” Sam said.

  Lane’s fiancé was Hugh Wilstead, the wealthy and powerful studio head backing the film. This movie was supposed to be a game changer for Adam. Instead of his typical action-adventure film, this new film was a serious drama piece. Not quite an indie production, which would have increased his award chances, but close enough to get him recognized for his acting ability. “Damon thinks she’ll be good in the part.”

  “Definitely. But I’m more concerned what’s going to happen when the cameras aren’t rolling.”

  Lane’s acting talent would help Adam in his pursuit of an award nomination. But she was also a costar man-eater, who would aggressively try to sleep with him in spite of her fiancé. “I’m not going to be her next boy toy.”

  “If Hugh finds out anything went on between the two of you outside of shooting...”

  “I know.” Rhys Rogers, Lane’s costar in The Island’s Eye, saw his burgeoning career come to a screeching halt after a fling with the lovely actress. She hadn’t been engaged to Hugh then, only dating. “Rhys can’t get hired for a reality TV gig now.”

  “Stay away from her,” Sam cautioned.

  “Hard to do when she’ll be playing my wife.” Some actors had no trouble figuring out where a role ended and reality began during shooting, but Adam sometimes did, especially if he felt a spark or connection with a costar. “Unless the script has a major rewrite this weekend, there are love scenes.”

  “Love scenes are fine as long as you’re not rehearsing in private,” Sam said. “Might be a good time to give celibacy a try.”

  “No reason to go crazy. I’ll tell Lane the truth. I don’t go out with engaged or married women.”

  “She may not be swayed so easily.”

  “She won’t have a choice when I find someone else to help me relax during shooting.”

  “Please not another actress on the set,” Sam said. “Catfights will be counterproductive.”

  Adam remembered the last time two actresses had gotten into it over him outside the Château Marmont. It had been flattering, but a mistake on his part. The publicity and negative vibe on the set easily could have been avoided if he hadn’t been on such an ego trip back then. He enjoyed female companionship and seduction, but he had to be smart about it or he became nothing more than tabloid fodder. No one would take him seriously then. “I’ll find a woman not on the cast list.”