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Chapters (50)
  1. Dedication
  2. About This Book
  3. CHAPTER ONE
  4. CHAPTER TWO
  5. CHAPTER THREE
  6. CHAPTER FOUR
  7. CHAPTER FIVE
  8. CHAPTER SIX
  9. CHAPTER SEVEN
  10. CHAPTER EIGHT
  11. CHAPTER NINE
  12. CHAPTER TEN
  13. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  14. CHAPTER TWELVE
  15. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  20. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  21. CHAPTER NINTEEN
  22. CHAPTER TWENTY
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  32. CHAPTER THIRTY
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  42. CHAPTER FORTY
  43. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Cat gave him a tired smile. “Sorry for biting your head off. I’m not hungry.”

“You don’t have to do everything alone you know,” Drake pointed out, dropping the paper plate of brownies on the makeup table.

Cat opened one eye. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded, sliding right back into irritated.

“You’re trying to juggle thirty-six full-time jobs,” Drake pointed out, biting into one of said brownies. “You’re not getting enough sleep. You’re getting pissy. You’re spacing out.” He counted off the list of offenses on brownie-colored fingers.

“Okay! Okay! I get it. I’m a broody asshole.”

“You could make things a lot easier on yourself by leaning just a little. You don’t have to shoot every single scene. You don’t have to coordinate every day’s shooting schedule. You don’t have to single-handedly build your school brick by brick.”

Cat yawned despite herself. She was fucking exhausted.

“I get what you’re saying, but it’s just faster if I do it myself.”

“To a point. Then there’s the point where you end up suffering ‘dehydration and exhaustion.’” Drake added air quotes. Dehydration and exhaustion were the industry’s pretty code words for breakdowns and overdoses.

“I’m not going to crash,” Cat insisted carefully. Sylvie was lining her lips again, and she couldn’t move them.

“You’ve got Paige and me and Gannon and Henry, hell, even Noah. We’re a team. Use us,” Drake said.

She opened her mouth to argue with him. Noah was not a teammate. But Drake was faster than her denial and stuffed a tiny corner of delicious dessert past her lips.

“Eat your chocolate and stop thinking you can’t rely on us.” Drake sauntered off, leaving every female in a ten-yard radius staring after him.

Reflexively Cat checked her phone. Only she wasn’t looking at Instagram or her blog or Facebook. She was checking to see if Noah had texted her. He had a half-dozen times after she left his house. He’d also called twice. But she’d ignored them all. She didn’t want an apology from a man who didn’t know what he was apologizing for.

It looked as though he’d gotten the message. There were no texts or missed calls from Noah.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Noah swore and sucked his smarting thumb into his mouth.

“Come on, Yates. I expect that from Jasper, not you. I don’t need to be babysitting two unhandymen,” Gannon joked between short bursts of the nail gun that he didn’t trust either of them to run.