Page 51 of The Legend of Lovers Hollow

“Making sure your hair is silky perfect for your legions of online fans? No, I don’t.”

“THAD!” Kem’s dulcet Scottish tones ring out from somewhere close by.

“Go on.” Warren takes another sip of his drink. “They’ve probably booked you in for an eyelash perm.”

Thad crosses the room, crowding into Warren’s personal space like he has every right to be there. He’s a good several inches taller and a little broader, and seriously, they look gorgeous together. I’ll give Warren his due, he doesn’t give an inch, just looks up into Thad’s deep blue eyes, his expression one of cocky arrogance.

“Is there something you want?” Warren says lazily.

Thad looks Warren over, the heat in his eyes flaring as his lips curve. I almost need to light up a cigarette after that blatant eye-fuck, but I don’t smoke. “Maybe some other time.”

“Why?” Warren says dryly. “Need to go get your hair highlighted?”

“Thad! There you are!” Kem says in exasperation, holding a film camera in their hands. “Come on, we’re losing the light if you want to film the intro and outside shots.”

“I’m coming,” Thad says as he continues to stare down into Warren’s eyes.

“Jesus, if that’s not a fully loaded statement.” Bez rolls her eyes. “For god’s sake, Thad, you can flirt on your own time, we’re on a schedule. Go and film the openers.”

Thad’s gaze lingers on Warren’s lips for a moment before he finally steps away.

“Thad, you ready for the mic?” Faiz strides into the room with a small case. “Kem said you wanted to do the outside shots now?”

“Yeah,” he says, and she sets the case down on the main desk and opens it.

Thad lifts his T-shirt, revealing an eight-pack that looks like it’s been carved out of marble by a master and a sexy tattoo down his left side.

There’s a choked sound, and I look over to see Warren covering his mouth and coughing.

Thad smirks at Warren as Faiz attaches a battery pack to the waistband at the back of his jeans. “Need a straw?”

Warren’s eyes narrow as he draws in a breath. “Wrong pipe.”

“Usual problem for you?” Thad raises a brow.

Warren glares.

Bez sighs loudly and turns to Kem. “For fuck’s sake, get him out of here before I have to hose the pair of them down with the fire extinguishers.”

“Hang on, almost done.” Faiz chuckles and looks up at Thad, a small microphone in one hand. “You wearing a scarf?”

Thad grabs his peacoat off the desk and slips his arms into the sleeves, then loosely winds a plaid scarf around his neck. Faiz clips the microphone to his scarf and checks the signal.

“Okay, you’re good to go. Might want to do something with your hair though,” Faiz muses.

Warren snorts.

“It’s quite windy out there,” she finishes, clicking the now empty case closed. “I’ll just grab the sound boom and meet you out there.”

Thad nods and roots around in his pocket, coming up with a hair tie. I watch as he scoops his long honey-blonde hair up into a scruffy topknot, a few messy tendrils falling out and framing that impossibly gorgeous face.

Kem heads towards the main entrance, zipping their winter coat up. Thad shoots Warren a wink and follows his teammate out the door.

Shaking my head in amusement, I head over to Bez. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“You mean apart from keeping your brother-in-law away from Thad so they don’t end up sneaking off into a closet somewhere while we’re supposed to be filming?”

“As if,” Warren scoffs.