Delaney’s still on my mind days later. I haven’t been back to the diner yet, but it’s hard not to spend every moment I can trying to reconnect on some level.

We have unfinished business.

In the meantime, I have work to get on with.

My early scenes are few and far between, but I sit in that house, overlooking the town and learn my lines. I’m glad Jessie’s really the leading actor on this. She has way more scenes than I do. But my name will bring in the crowds.

I head to the set where my trailer awaits. Filming doesn’t start for another few days, but I’ll get settled in and meet the cast I haven’t yet met.

It doesn’t take long to find my co-star, and when I see her, I suck in a breath.

Jessie and I have history. And it’s not romantic. She wanted it to be, but I wasn’t interested in her in that way. And then Dee—or Delaney, consumed my thoughts to the point of obsession for a while.

We did the chemistry test back in the States. Apparently we sizzle on screen, which is about the opposite to what we do off.

“Are you excited about filming? I can’t wait.” She flicks her strawberry-blond hair over her shoulder.

“Yeah, should be good.”

She frowns. “Don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

I laugh. “Sorry. This is my first romantic comedy and hopefully my only one.”

“So, you’re not up for making a sequel?” She runs her fingers through her hair, curling the ends around her fingers.

“I don’t think these movies have sequels. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. Something bad happens to split them up. They get back together. Isn’t that how these things go?”

She frowns. “Oh wow. I didn’t think you were so cynical about love.”

“I’m not. It’s a trope. Although, in this case, it’s a hilarious series of events that also leads to them not even kissing right until the end of the movie.” I shrug.

“It’s such a shame.” She giggles, and I bristle. “I always thought we were destined to film a romance together.”

“Anyone want coffee? I’m heading into town because Mitch wants a burger, so I thought I’d do a coffee run.” A face I haven’t seen before looks expectantly at me. I’ve never been so relieved to be interrupted.

“Yes, please.” Jessie speaks up. “Soy latte, no sugar.”

The young woman writes down her order and looks at me again.

I shake my head. “No thanks.”