by April Fire
Chapter Two
Tennessee
“Holy shit, Tennessee?”
It was a voice I recognized at once. How could I not? I had committed it to memory, every nuance of the vowels and consonants, and now here it was all over again. I took a deep breath, flexed my fingers, and turned around.
“Dominic,” I nodded, and tried to figure out why my voice sounded so strange. Did I always sound so mannered and bizarre? I forced myself to pull in a long breath, and finally lifted my gaze to meet his.
He looked just as I’d remembered him and yet, at the same time, felt completely different. His dark hair was still cropped short around his head, showing off his sharp, angular features, and his deep brown eyes were tilted up slightly at the outside edges. His mouth, full and sweet with a slightly larger lower lip that fit perfectly under the press of my thumb, was slightly parted, and one eyebrow was cocked. He had that glint in his eye that told me he still had that attitude in him, the attitude that let him run head-first into danger and come out unscathed. His eyes flicked down over my body and I shifted uncomfortably; I was in a bulky harness and was glad for it. It didn’t seem to stop his appreciative glance.
“I didn’t know you were working here,” He shook his head in disbelief. “How long has it been? Five years?”
“Eight,” I replied coolly. He cocked an eyebrow.
“So, you’ve been counting?”
“Counting the years since I started working,” I shot back. I didn’t want him to think that he had, in any way, ever managed to truly get inside me head, but I knew I was failing. I felt as though the ground was shifting out from underneath me just standing here in front of him, and I didn’t know how to make it stop.
“First blockbuster?” he asked, and I shook my head. If I could hold one thing over him, it was that I had seen awesome success in my career since the last time we saw each other.
“Nope,” I replied. “I worked on City of Glazes, Dawn to Sunset…”
I waved my hand to make it seem like there were just too many to list, mainly because those were the only two movies I’d worked on that anyone seemed to have heard of. But he didn’t need to know that.
“Impressive,” he remarked, and I could feel the tension crackling between us like sparks flying from a flame, as though the air surrounding us would go up in smoke at any second. I wasn’t sure if it was romantic, sexual or just old fashioned loneliness, but the mix was making me practically dizzy. And still, despite it all, I had the urge to tuck myself under his arm, to plant a kiss on his jawline just like I had always done when we were seeing each other. It would have felt so natural, even after all these years apart, but I bit my lip and forced myself to keep my attention on the conversation at hand.
“I know,” I shrugged, and he laughed.
“You always were confident,” he conceded, shaking his head. “So, what are you doing here?”
“Stunting for Julia,” I nodded in the direction of the young star, who was discussing something with the director, and he turned to give her a brief, appreciative glance.
“Done looking?” I threw at him, and his head snapped back around as though he’d been caught out.
“Hey, forgive me,” he held his hands up. “She’s cute.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re a jackass,” I shook my head at him, and turned to head down to set where I was needed.
“Good to see you again,” he called after me, and I briefly turned around to see him grinning widely as though he was stone-cold certain that he had come out of that conversation with the upper hand. God, he could be such an asshole. And I was stuck working with him for the next couple of months. These shoots tended to drag on, and that’s if there weren’t re-shoots on top of the regular filming schedule – the thought of being stuck around Dominic, who seemed intent on making me as uncomfortable as humanely possibly this entire time, was already starting to grate on me.
I leaned up against a pillar a few feet away from where they were setting up for my next scene, and Julia approached me. I turned and gave her an indulgent smile, feeling a lot better-willed towards her than normal; coming off a conversation with Dominic, anyone would have felt like an improvement.
“Hey,” I greeted her. “What’s up?”
“That guy you were talking to,” she glanced over her shoulder to nod at Dominic. “Who is he?”
“Just someone I trained with years ago,” I replied firmly, lifting my chin. I knew Dominic would be aware that Julia was checking him out. He always was when it came to cute girls like her.
“What’s he like?” She asked, and I noticed that Dominic had taken a step or two towards us, obviously attempting to earwig in on the conversation.
“He’s a complete and utter jack-off,” I replied loudly, loudly enough that he could hear. I snuck a look at him out of the corner of my eye, and saw that he was grinning with amusement at what I had just said. He probably just saw Julia as more of a challenge now. Either way, she took a step back from me as though surprised at what I was saying, and then glanced over at him and frowned.
“Come on,” the director called to both of us. “Scene. Now. You both know what you’re doing?”
The day was long and exhausting as I threw myself (sometimes literally) into the shooting I needed to get done that day, but at least I managed to avoid Dominic for the most part. I caught sight of him around, sure, but I could cope with that. It was talking to him, being around him, and having to consider once more everything that could have been between us that was getting under my skin. He didn’t come up again until Natalie was helping me take off my safety gear at the end of the day.
“So, I saw that Dominic started today,” she remarked, playing at being casual, but her interest practically bubbled up and over, giving her away.
“Yeah, he did,” I nodded, looking at myself in the mirror as Natalie unclipped the straps around my back. A grimace flickered over my expression at the sound of his name.
“Did you run into him yet?”
“Briefly,” I replied, telling the truth. “He’s still as much of a dick as I thought.”
“Why did you date him if you thought he was such a dick?” She cocked her head at me curiously.
“I didn’t always think that,” I muttered, and she opened her mouth to speak again – but before she could, we were interrupted.
The door to the trailer opened, and I heard a voice outside that made my heart sink.
“…so, later, yeah?” Dominic asked, and I glanced in the mirror to see that he was, unsurprisingly, talking to a young make-up artist who I’d seen around the set a few times. He was in his harness as well, and was here, same as I was, to get it removed. He stood there for a moment, hanging halfway in the door, and I raised my eyebrows at Natalie in the mirror as though to say see, I told you he was an ass. Eventually, he seemed to make up his mind and ducked into the trailer to join us. He came to a halt just past the threshold when he saw me standing there.
“Oh, Tennessee,” he greeted me. “Good to see you again.”
I shot him a look that told him everything he needed to know, and he shrugged and turned to Natalie. He flashed her a smile, one so deadly I was surprised she didn’t drop to the ground on the spot. Instead, she smiled back shyly.
“You here for… to take your stuff off?” she asked, and instantly flushed bright red. “Your gear, I mean.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” he nodded, focusing all his attention in on her. I remembered vividly how that felt, to be the only thing in the room that he was paying notice to, and knowing that it would likely never be aimed at me again made my heart sink.
“Well, if you just want to-”
“You haven’t finished with Tennessee yet,” he reminded her, nodding over in my direction. Natalie blinked for a moment then looked back over at me, as though she’d forgotten that I was even in the room. Every time Dominic said my name, he lingered over every single syllable: Ten-nes-see, like he was spelling it
phonetically for someone. He’d always done that, and he always told me it was because he was savoring the taste of my name. That was the kind of shit he came up with then – the kind of shit that would have been beautifully romantic had it not been for the fact that he’d dumped me with no warning or explanation.
“Oh, right,” Natalie made her way back over to me, wrinkling her nose in apology, but I kept my face impassive and turned to let her undo me. My back was to Dominic, but I could tell that he was still staring at me. Probably with that cocky grin on his face, the one that underlined the fact that our wardrobe assistant had basically just forgotten I existed after he walked into the room. As if I needed reminding.
Natalie sheepishly finished getting my gear off, and I gathered it into my arms to take it back to the department that held on to all of our stuff for us. I brushed by Dominic as I did so – the trailer was small so it wasn’t like I could avoid coming right up next to him.
“Nice work today, by the way,” he remarked, right as I was next to him, as our shoulders were touching. It was the closest I’d been to him all day, and the tension between us was so thick you could have cut it into slices.
“Huh?” I managed in response, fighting the urge to look up into his eyes. Because I knew if I did, something in me would give, and I couldn’t give this guy an inch when it came to getting close to me again. Because he would take a mile. He would take the whole goddamn highway.
“I was watching you out there,” he nodded to the set I’d come from. “You’re good, Tennessee. You’re so good.”
His voice lowered as he finished up, and I could tell he was expecting me to melt right there, to thank him and admit that all of this was just an act and I still cared about him and forgave him for everything. And yeah, that was tempting – more tempting than I’d have cared to admit to. But instead, I rolled my shoulders back, met his gaze, and raised my eyebrows.
“You think I didn’t already know that?” I shot back, a grin curling onto my lips. He wasn’t the only one with an ego now. A smile cracked over his face, and I went for the door before I could say or do anything else to ruin my perfect exit.
As soon as I was outside, I felt more battered than I had the whole time I was filming today. Only this time, it wasn’t my body getting knocked around. No, that was easy. I might come away with bruises, but I could handle that. But getting the shit kicked out of my emotions was far harder to keep a lid on. Seeing him flirting with that make-up artist, the easy way he got Natalie under his thumb with just a few words and a smile; it was a reminder that he was over me, that I was part of his past. And I wasn’t sure if there was anything I could – or anything I wanted to do – to change that.
Chapter Three
Dominic
New set, new job, new side of the country. There was nothing better than this feeling, the feeling of getting to start over again. It was one of the reasons why I’d become so addicted to the industry in the first place; I loved the fact that I could pick up and start over pretty much whenever I felt like it, find myself a new bunch of friends and colleagues and flirts to pass the time. It was just that this time around, there were some old ones, too.
One in particular. I had only bumped into Tennessee once since I’d arrived on set, but our one encounter had been enough to tell me exactly what she thought of me. I wasn’t surprised; I’d been an asshole when I’d dumped her with no warning to take off across the country, but what did she expect me to do? We were young and I was sure that we were just having some fun. I’d convinced myself that you didn’t meet the love of your life at twenty and that both of us would be better off exploring what else the world had to offer in the meantime. Now, though, I wasn’t quite so sure of that.
But hey, she had made it clear she didn’t want a damn thing to do with me, and while I didn’t mind flirting with her a little when we bumped into each other around set, I wasn’t going to turn it into a thing. I was a grown-ass adult now, way different than the spontaneous, ridiculous kid she had known back when we were training together, and it wouldn’t hurt me to act like it once in a while.
I couldn’t help but watch her sometimes, though. I mean, sue me: she looked so good when she was actually stunting for Julia. She had such precise control over her body, her muscles flexing and her brow glistening as she focused on nailing these specific moves. She wouldn’t let anyone yell “Cut!” until she was satisfied that she had done the best she could; that kind of dedication had gotten her far, it seemed, in the time since I’d seen her last. She had always been driven, but seeing her now, it was clear she had put all her time and energy into her career and it had paid off big-time. I had never seen anyone with such utter sureness and comfort in the way they moved their body. Well, anyone except me, of course.
That’s how I got talking to Julia for the first time, in fact – I was standing at the edge of set, waiting to get called on, and was watching Tennessee at work. She had shot a few looks over in my direction that told me she was all too aware of my presence, but she was doing her best to pretend that I wasn’t there and I was happy just to take her in. But then, after a few moments, I sensed someone sidling up behind me and turned to find myself looking at Julia.
One of the things about working on big movies for so long was that I didn’t get crazy-nervous when I was confronted with starlets like her anymore. I had hung out with any number of big, sweeping Hollywood stars, and Julia was just another one of them as far as I was concerned. I saw so many of the crew running around after her like she was some member of royalty, but I knew that treating her like a damn human being would get me further than that.
“Hey,” I greeted her, and she smiled at me nervously.
“Hey,” she replied, her voice a little higher-pitched than I’d heard it before. Well, well, well, was she nervous about talking to me? Was she into me? I turned my body towards hers, grinning widely, fixing her with my full attention, and she flushed slightly and shifted her weight from foot to foot.
“You’re Julia, right?” I cocked my head at her and she nodded.
“Yeah,” she replied, and I could tell that she was surprised I had to ask. She would have to learn that no-one on this set got special treatment from me, no matter whether it was a below the line wage earner or her, one of the biggest up-and-comers on the planet.
“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?” she asked, eyes widening, as she glanced towards set. I shook my head.
“I was just watching,” I gestured towards Tennessee who was still hard at work in front of me. I noticed her eyes sliding briefly in our direction, but she quickly returned her focus to work.
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” remarked Julia, and she sounded almost envious. I wasn’t sure if it was of Tennessee’s evident talent or more because I had focused all my attention on her for the last twenty minutes. I nodded.
“She really is,” I agreed. “We trained together actually, years ago. She’s always been that good.”
“You trained together?” She smiled, amused. “That must have been a while ago.”
“How old do you think I am?” I shot back playfully. “We can’t all be ingenues, you know.”
“Maybe I could give you some hints,” she cocked an eyebrow at me, and I felt that little tingle at the base of my spine that I always felt when someone new was showing interest in me.
“Maybe you could,” I agreed, planting my hand on a pillar next to her and turning my attention to her in it’s entirety. She clasped her hands behind her back and grinned up at me, letting the atmosphere linger for a second.
“Dominic?”
A voice cut through our little flirtation, a voice I recognized. I turned around and found myself face-to-face with Tennessee once more. She was eyeing the two of us with something between amusement and disdain.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“They need you on set,” she remarked, and she looked between Julia and me. Julia blinked back up at her, oblivious to the tension that was buil
ding between the two of us.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I assured her. “And usually they’re the ones who come get me. Or did you pick up a PA job on the side to make ends meet?”
“I don’t need to pick things up on the side, Dominic,” she shot back, clearly irritated. “That’s just you.”
“Jealous I wasn’t watching you the whole time?” I teased, and glanced over at Julia. “I found someone else to talk to, that’s all.”
“Trust me, I’ve heard your conversation,” she scoffed. “There’s nothing to be jealous about.”
Julia’s eyes were darting back and forth between us and I could tell she was loving the drama that was unfolding right before her. As for me, our chemistry was crackling in the air between us once more, and my God did it feel good to be verbally jousting with this woman again. I forgot how little shit she took, how happy she was to put me in my place. It was one of the things I’d loved most about her. Still did, it seemed.