Page 94

It had been three weeks since Reuben had been arrested. She and Sawyer had stayed in San Francisco until they’d had confirmation that the contract on her life had been rescinded.
Apparently, hitmen didn’t like doing jobs where they didn’t get paid.
Still holding her downward dog, she glanced at her watch. Sawyer would be home from work soon. Tonight, she was finally cooking him her world-famous pepper steak stir fry.
She rose and stretched her arms up to the sky, and moved into the eagle pose. They’d mostly stayed here at Archer’s place, and only spent the odd night at Sawyer’s cottage. She was keeping busy reading the scripts that Tavion sent her. Tave had been ecstatic when she’d finally called him to let him know she was safe.
She eyed the script resting on the nearby pool lounger. It was the Lehman script. The Western saga. She really liked this one. She wanted to do it. Nerves took flight in her belly.
It was going to suck to leave Sawyer.
She’d gotten used to cooking with him, lying on the couch snuggling together, sleeping beside him.
Loving him.
Every night now, he slept soundly beside her.
Her balance wobbled. She lowered her arms and legs. She wanted to do the job that she loved, but she also wanted Sawyer.
She heard the sliding door open and spun. She watched him step out of the house.
He was in his uniform. A hot shiver ran through her. Shelovedhim in uniform. A couple of times in the bedroom, they’d played deputy and misbehaving criminal, much to her delight.
Her deputy liked to spank her when she was naughty.
“Hey there,” she said.
He smiled. “Hi.” His gaze ran appreciatively over her yoga leggings and top.
“Did you have a good day?” she asked.
“Yes, but it’s better now.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her.
A sense of rightness filled her. She was where she was supposed to be.
So how was she going to leave him?
He glanced down at the script. “How’s this one?”
“Good. Really good.”
“You want me to read it?”
She nodded. He’d been reading her scripts, and offering excellent feedback. She liked bouncing ideas off him.
He slid his hand into her hair. “You’re awfully tense for someone doing yoga.”
“I’m fine.” She dredged up a smile. “I’m going to make you my pepper steak stir fry.”
“Hollis.” He paused, his gaze on her face. “You want to take this role.”
“Yes.” She pulled away. “But there will be shoots on the mainland, and at several locations in Europe. I’ll be gone for months.” Tears welled in her eyes. “We’ll barely see each other.”
She’d found her happy. She’d found the man she loved and who loved her back. And he didn’t just say the words, he showed her with his actions.
Why did she have to choose between the two things that fed her soul, that completed her?
“Hey.” He gripped her shoulders. “I told you that we’d work this out.”