Page 142 of Happily Ever After

“No,” she said, blinking. “He’s busy working on his screenplay, and that’s taking up a lot of his time. One of the series that he does stunts for is going to start shooting nextmonth, so he has to get his script done because choreographing the stunts gets in the way of his writing. He gets really sore from being beaten and blown up all day. And he’s thinking of auditioning for ‘American Obstacle Course Warrior’ this year.”

Cash frowned. “I saw one of their contracts. It was reprehensible. Don’t let him sign anything unless we look at it first.”

“Josie Silverman alwayslooks over his contracts.”

He nodded. “Josie is good. All right, then. But come back to the office tonight.”

And spend yet another long night curled up on those couches under Cash’s diploma, feeding each other with chopsticks or plastic forks, battling legal wits and cracking jokes, while she watched that beautiful man harmlessly flirt with her, that gorgeous man who was so delicious on theoutside but poison when tasted?

Not if she could get out of it.

Rox said, “I need to spend a little time with my actual husband instead of my work-husband.”

Cash laughed. “Tomorrow morning, then?”

“You’ll get it when it’s done. You know that Bessie will try at least one thing like this,” she tapped the red flag in Watson’s contract, “for her studio. Maybe she’ll try to tie Leo down to a fifty-yearright-of-first-refusal clause or something.”

Cash shook his head. “Why do we always play these games? It’s going to end the same way.”

Rox glanced at him, wary, but the seriousness in his green eyes meant that he was talking about the movie studios’ contract shenanigans. She said, “I couldn’t say, Cash.”

He pushed off the desk, his biceps pumping under his shirt, and ran a hand through hisgold and bronze hair. “Until tomorrow, then. What would I do without you?”

Rox lifted her nose in the air as she walked away. “Wither away and die, I s’pose. Good night, Cash.”

She went back to her own office, a much smaller, interior room. The only window was beside the door and looked down a corridor between cubicle dividers. None of the other paralegals had a separate office, instead workingin the cubicle farm in the center room, but Rox got whatever she wanted from HR.

She sucked in a deep breath.

It was exhausting, sometimes, being around him, knowing that sheshouldn’t,knowing that shemust not,and waiting for a touch or a glance from him that never came.