Chapter 21

“Yeah. I gotta run,” he said.

“Already?”

“They’re calling me to set. It’s a night shoot.”

“Oh. I can’t wait until you’re back here. You can fly in for the long weekend, right?”

“Sure. See you then. I love you.”

Shawn’s proclamation nearly knocked me out of the director’s chair my uncle Steve had given me when I’d graduated college ten years prior. “You do?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“I mean…I’ve dreamed of being someone’s husband my whole life, Shawn. I want to do the love and marriage thing different than my parents, though. We’d have to be together m—”

“Marriage. Now, you’re talking.” He lit a cigarette. “We should get married.”

After almost tipping the damned chair over, I decided to stand. “Yeah, right.”

“No. Seriously.” Watching him suck on the filter tip made me jealous. “It feels right, Otto, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but, come on, we haven’t even spent an hour in the same room.”

“I don’t need to, not to know you’re the one…Smarty.”