Chapter 42

“All right, folks, we’ve got an equipment issue,” came a call from the set. “I’m calling it a night. Go get some sleep.”

The children cheered; Rafi hoped they had not actually been here all day, as he was pretty sure that was illegal, but clearly they’d been here longer than they wanted to. Julian, whom Rafi suspected of having a deep fondness for hats, hooked the panama fedora off Rafi’s head and dropped it onto his own at a rakish angle.

“Take me out to dinner?”

“I could eat,” Rafi said, and gave Julian his arm to escort him out of the studio, pretending not to see the grinning production assistant recording them on his phone.

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Julian was going to be bad tonight, and no one could stop him. The unaccustomed notion floated in his chest like a soap bubble, lighter than air, slick with rainbows.