Her heart one-two punched, and she cursed that he could still make her want him. His gaze fell to her lips, and she held her breath. She hoped he didn’t try to kiss her and prove just how much she wasn’t over him yet.
She could tell by his intense look he was thinking of doing just that, but before he could lean in and make her a liar, the door opened quickly and a mousy, brown-haired female tech with a headphone wrapped around her head and a wide-eyed, tight-skinned grimace marring her face barged into the room and waved her hand toward herself like her head was on fire. “Mr. Tracy, Ms. Devere, we’re ready for you. We have to move to the studio kitchen, like, five minutes ago.”
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