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“You really didn’t.”

She threw his words back at him. “I don’t believe that.” All right, maybe she’d done it just as much for herself as him. To give herself closure. Or maybe to prove something, that she wasn’t a prude, that she could make a move like that without getting attached. Hell, she wasn’t quite sure why she’d done it. Micah confused her so much she had no idea why she did anything anymore. In fact, if he asked her again, she might go to bed with himnow.

Micah sighed. Was he really going to give up this easily? She was both relieved and disappointed. “I guess I have to settle for friends.”

She scoffed. Friends? That was ridiculous. He didn’t know the first thing about her, didn’t even seem interested in her beyond the physical. “We're not friends.”

“We could be friends.” He rubbed his leg against her lower calf, sending tingles up her spine.

Besides, his version of friends didn’t seem the same as hers. She pulled her leg out of his reach. “No we can't. You can't even keep your hands to yourself.”

“I can, and my hands aren’t even touching you.” He waved his fingers in the air to further his point.

“Whatever.” He was flustering her. As always. “Your feet, your hands, your things!”

Micah grinned. “Are you sure you want that? My things are awfullyfun.”

She flushed. “We are totally not friends.” She didn’t even want to be friends with him—spend more time with him, so she could crush on him even harder? Noway.

Micah sat forward, suddenly serious. “Look, we have to spend the rest of the shoot together. Work together every day. And that means you might drop your tape measure in front of me and I might get all turned on and we have to be able to laugh about it like friends.”

He was getting cute. She needed another drink.

“Or Beaumont might want you to run lines. I still have a sex scene coming up. What if you get sent in to help withthat?”

“I won't.” Fuck no. She’d be naked within half a page. She signaled the waitress for another round.

“You won't be sent or you won't help?” He propped his elbow on the table and set his chin in hishand.

She glared at him and then melted at his boyish expression. God help her. She kept up her protest, hoping he hadn’t noticed her crumbling resolve. “Well I might be sent, but I'm not helping.”

“What? That isn't any kind of friend tobe.”

She covered her eyes with her hands, hiding her amusement. “Because we're not friends.”

When she removed her hands she found him grinning at her. He gave a half-wink. Oh, for the love of God. He knew he’d won herover.

His ocean-blue eyes sparkled. “You say that, but you don't mean it. I'm fun. Even when I keep my things to myself.”

“All right, all right!” She sighed. “Friends.”

He sat back, basking in his win. “Awesome.”

Maybe they could be friends. She liked talking with him and hadn’t felt so relaxed in… she couldn’t even remember how long. She enjoyed his banter, almost as much as she enjoyed his hands onher.

No, she couldn’t think about that. They were friends.

The waitress delivered their beers, lingering to stare at the Hollywood star. Micah appeared not to notice. He raised his own beer and clinked Maddie’s bottle. “To newfound friendship.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She took a swallow.

“Now that we're buds,” Micah said, setting his glass down. “I have to tell you: do not go on a date with that P.A. scum.”

Here it was. She’d known friendship wouldn’t work. “It’s not adate.”

Micah nodded toward the pool tables where Sam and Chloe appeared to be nearing the end of their game. “He thinks itis.”

“It’s not.” Though she wasn’t exactly sure that was true. “And it’s none of your business.”