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“Is everything okay?”

Dillon suppressed a sigh. “I’m just tired.” She swung her legs over the side of the couch, stretching. “That’s probably not something I should be saying after the first race of the season.”

Kam quieted. “I saw that he was that girl’s coach today.”

Dillon pressed a finger into the sore spot on her knee. “Yep.” She blew out a long breath. “But whatever. Today they just got lucky.” Standing, she went to the window and drew back the curtain to look out over Pitt’s Bay. “So—tell me something you’re not allowed to tell me.”

Kam laughed. So much of what she did was kept under wraps. She’d explained how the entire production had been managed as carefully as a special ops mission, complete with fake scripts, multiple takes, and last-minute rewrites to entire scenes. The producers were taking no chance with leaks.

“You just want to know if I had to film any more scenes without my clothes on.”

“Obviously.” Dillon smiled. “I’ll accept photos as proof.”

“Wouldn’t you like to get so lucky,” Kam returned, but despite the playfulness, she couldn’t hide her wistful sigh. “I really do miss you, you know? I wish I could have been there for you today.”

“I wish Aberdeen had worked out.”

“Me, too.” A brief silence ensued. “You promise you haven’t forgotten me yet?”

“It’s still freezing on Cairn Gorm, last I checked.”

“You should have promised on the Greenland Ice Sheet. Then I wouldn’t have had to ask you twice.”

“I like when you ask me.”

Another beat passed as Dillon watched the beachgoers scattered across the white sand, their silhouettes bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. She turned back to the emptiness of her room. “Will you text me tomorrow when you’re finished filming?”

“You’ll be traveling.”

“I like to get your messages when I land.”

“Okay. If I survive another night in subfreezing temperatures.”

“You’ll survive. You’re Addison Riley, after all.”

“I don’t know—it’s Margaret Gilles. Her heroes tend to die in the end.”

“Not in the books I read.”

“Ha,” Kam scoffed. “You’ve never even readSand Seekers.”

“I hadn’t,” Dillon admitted, “until…” she paused. What? Until she started to fall in love with a girl halfway across the world? She couldn’t say that. “Until I heard a hot tip the actress playing the lead was just my type.”

“Frost bitten toes and all?”

Dillon laughed. “Ten digits not required.”

“I’ll text you.”

“Send me a photo.”

“Oh yeah?” Kam singsonged.

“Yeah. Make it a good one.”

“I’ll expect recompense.”

“You know I always pay my debts.”